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Redeemed by the Blood 


BY 
MRS. E. S. DUFF, 


Matron of Hope Cottage, Cincinnati, Ohio. 


“Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be par- 
takers of the saints in light: 

“Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath trans- 
lated us into the kingdom of his dear Son: 

“In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness 
of sins.”"—Col. 1:12-14, 


OFFICE OF ‘“‘GOD’S REVIVALIST,” 
Mount oF BLEssInes, 
Cincinnati, O. 


Copyrighted, 1905. 


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DEDICATION. 


To Him who gave His life a ransom 
for many, and to the saints of God's 
Revivalist Family whom He has washed 
in His own precious blood and given @ 
spirit of prevailing prayer and a desire 
to lift up the fallen, ts this book humbly 
and lovingly dedicated. 


INTRODUCTION. 


This book has not been written for the pleasure- 
loving, thoughtless public, but for the purpose of 
warning fathers and mothers and helping them to 
realize the importance of training their children in 
the fear and admonition of the Lord: to warn the 
daughters and to show them the many devices wicked 
men in co-operation with the devil, have planned 
for their destruction: and to awaken sympathy for 
the dear girls, many of whom have not willfully 
chosen the life of sin, but have been deceived and 
betrayed into it by those whom they loved and im- 
plicitly trusted. Mother Duff, the authoress, has 
avoided all sensationalism, giving only the true burn- 
ing facts as experienced in the lives of some of the 
girls of Hope Cottage. She has told only what she 
believes will glorify God and prove that the tender, 
loving Ohrist, who forgave the Magdalene of His day 
and sent her away rejoicing, is still the same. We 
send it forth praying that it may have a wide circu- 
lation and find its way into the homes of many, prov- 
ing a blessing and benediction to everyone who shall 
read it. May God abundantly bless Mother Duff 
and her co-laborers in their work of love for Him. 


CONTENTS. 


CHAPTER I. PAGE, 


A Rerrospect.—Early Christian Training—The Turning 
Point—Conversion—The Wilderness of Affliction— 
Baptized With the Holy Ghost and Healed—Provi- 
dential Guidance to God’s Bible School—The Lepers 
of India, or, The Moral Lepers of Cincinnati—A 
A Sharer in the Poverty of Christ—Rejoicing With 
Them That Do Rejoice, and Weeping With Them 
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CHAPTER II. 


THE First Grrt In Hore Cottace.—The Need of a Rescue 
Home in Cincinnati—Thwarted Attempts to Rent 
Property—The Home Purchased and to be Paid for 
in Installments—Julia, its First Inmate—The Sor- 
rows of a Drunkard’s Home—Imbibed the Poison 
of the Sensational Novel—Sensibilities Deadened by 
Drink and Drugs—Unfortunate Marriage—Attempt- 
ed Suicide—Associates in Sin Whom a Rescue Home 
Might Have Saved—Shut in, but Prevailing for 
Souls—Nearing the Celestial City ............. meee | ak 


CHAPTER III. 

Prayine Mary—Married to a Drunkard at Fifteen—Wan- 
dering on the Street—Feasts at the Christmas Con- 
vention—Becomes a Power in the Home Through 
Intercession—Praying Down Money for the Debt on 
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CHAPTER IV. 


JUBILEE Day—Communing at the Lord’s Table—‘Not by 
Might nor by Power’—The Burning of the Mort- 
gage—A Hallelujah March—Praise Service at Hope 
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CHAPTER V. 
FaitH Honorep—In Trouble—The Second Offense—Can- 


CONTENTS. 


not Give Up the Children—Mother-love Triumphs— 
Paul, a Prisoner of Hope—God Provides for His 
Own—Writinge Home 3... .%. sa « wpelele'o 019 ain wiphaireinaiaiats 


CHAPTER VI. 


Station Houst Sckenes—What We Saw on a Single Visit 


to a Cell in the House of Detention—The Blood Was 
Her sOnly PEs owas ws ache’ ssece wsene ele (atere sala ene eee ae 


CHAPTER VII. 


THe First Basy In Hore CorraceE—A Helpless Little 


How 


Party—Reverses of Fortune—Keeping the Wolf 
From the Door—Selling Her Virtue for a Morsel of 
Bread—Jesus a New-found Friend—Praying for 
“Mudder” and Baby—How the Lord Provided for 
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CHAPTER VIII. 


THE CorDS WERE CuTt—Sarah Liberated—No Mis- 
take—Out of Darkness Into the Light............ 


CHAPTER IX. 


Can Not BE SparED—A Little Girl Placed in a House of 


Sin When She Should Have Been in a Boarding 
School—A Promise Made by an Open Grave—Trials 
in a Fashionable Home—Coming Back With a Leve- 
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CHAPTER X. 


Youne Girts THAT I SHOULD Love To KEEP AnD “MoTH- 


ER”—Irene, Who Hscaped From a Convent—Mamie, 
Whose Relatives Sought to Train Her in Vice— 
Grace—Maude—Edna—Incorrigible May—Orphaned 
Margaret—Seventeen-year-old Gertrude, With Her 
Little Baby—Belle—Lola, Weary of Life at Four- 
teen—Geneva, Our Child in Short Dresses........ 


CHAPTER XI. 


INCIDENTS BY THE Way—Counting the Mile-stones—A 


Heart-broken Father—Married and Deserted—The 


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CONTENTS. 


“Revyivalist’ an Effective Preacher—A Midnight 
Experience in Hope Cottage—Christmas at Hope 
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CHAPTER XII. 


THE Bioop Curr—A Morphine Fiend—Her Testimony to 
the Power of the Great Physician................ 


CHAPTER XIII. 


Wroncep—Betrayals That Were More Cruel Than Death— 
Polished Manner, Slick Tongue, and Heart as Black 
as Hell—Two Hapless Orphans—Gladys.......... 


CHAPTER XIV. 


A FaTHER TO THE FATHERLESS—A Sad Childhood, a Wreck- 
ed Girlhood, but a Happy Womanhood, Because She 
is Now a Handmaiden of the Lord—How the Baby 
Pounds Home-for Hiinnelt. cae ews cops o vndulecte dhe 


CHAPTER XV. 


Hunery Hearts—Searched Out by a Good Samaritan—He 
Healeth the Broken in Heart—An Incident of Ju- 
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CHAPTER XVI. 


A New Master—Alone and Adrift—Hope Cottage Proved 
the Vestibule to the “Pearly Gates”—Going Home 
Triumphant—A Touching Funeral ................ 


CHAPTER XVII. 


THE Cup or Sorrow—How Emma Drained it to the Very 
Dregs—Annie—The Oil of Joy for Mourning ...... 


CHAPTER XVIII. 


PropicAL DaucHTers—A Wanderer—The Tramp Redeem- 
ed—Vena—A Warning to Girls .................05 


CHAPTER XIX. 


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TrousLEs—She was Reached Through the Family 
Altar—Nettie’s Battle and Victory—Marie—A Young 
Country Girl—Mother-love versus Pride—Iéa—“Con- 
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CHAPTER XX 
Exites ResTORED—Emma Comes to us From a Distant 
State—How She got Her Rail-road Fare—A Les- 
son in the Cotton Field—Emma’s Camp-meeting— 


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Minnie—Lured to the City From the Kentucky ~ 


Mountains—Wept Her Way Out of a House of 
Sin—She Still Weeps, But Now it is Over the 
Erring Ones as She Points Them to the Savior .... 


CHAPTER XXI. 


OrPHA, ONE oF Gop’s TROPHIES “REDEEMED BY THE 
Bioop”—Orpha in the Station House—Her Down- 
ward Career was Step by Step—Betrayed at Twen- 
ty—Decoyed to the City—Trapped in a Den of 
Vice—Orpha a Victim of Drink, Drugs, and Dis- 
sipation—She Came to Hope Cottage but Ran 
Away—Six Months More of Reckless Reyelling in 
Sin—Arrested Hight Times in One Month—Her 
Return to the Home—The Agony of Conviction— 
Marvelous Deliverance—New Light and New Vic- 
tories—Her First Evangelistic Tour—Orpha Teach- 
ing “Purity”—Healed of Typhoid Fever—A Cours? 
in God’s Bible School—Orpha as One of our Mission- 
aries in Hope Cottage—Orpha in the Station House 
Seeking the Lost—Preaching in the Missions, Sa- 
loons, and Concert Halls—Prevailing Prayer for the 
Brothels—Orpha in the Chicago Slums—Her Call to 
Africa—A Letter of Victory—Another Page in 
Orpha’s Life—Preaching on the Streets—Threaten- 
ed With Arrest—Handling Sinners With Gloves 
off—Praying for Her Enemies—The “Madams” Un- 
der Conviction 


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“ Moruer” Durr. 


A PLEA FOR THE FALLEN. 


There are many to sing of the blameless, 

Of those who are undefiled ; ~ 
I plead for those who are fallen 

On the mountains bleak and wild. 


For those who have slipped in the darkness 
Of earth’s polluted ways; 

Who have slipped and lost their foothold 
And suffered all their days. 


I plead for the sinful outcast 
Whom Jesus died to save; 

Oh, child of His love and mercy; 
I pray you be strong and brave. 


Brave to follow the Master; 
Strong to love as He’s done 
To go forth alone if need be, 
To bring back the erring one.—Selected. 


CHAPTER I 
A Retrospect. 

“Wherefore He is able also to save them to the uttermost 
that come unto God by Him.”—Hes. 7 :25. 

We feel it due the Revivalist Family to give a short 
sketch of the lives of some of the Hope Cottage girls 
whom they have been helping, since Hope Cottage is 
the only home belonging under God to the Revivalist 
work. 

I want to begin with a short account of God’s deal- 


ings with my own heart. He blessed me with early 
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Christian training. I was raised in the church, and 
was saved from a great deal of worldliness that other- 
wise might have come into my life, for I wanted to 
do many things that I was not allowed to do and to 
go many places that I was not allowed to go, and to 
associate with people that I was not allowed to asso- 
ciate with. So I don’t know how much the Lord saved 
me from through this judicious restraint, but I praise 
Him for all the known and unknown blessings. 

I can’t remember the time that I was not hungry 
for salvation, but wasn’t hungry enough to leave the 
well-spread tables of worldly pleasure that I might 
come and feast on the bread of life, of which Jesus 
said if we should eat we should hunger no more. The 
Lord had to let a great test come into my life, and 
bring me to a point of decision. I came to where two 
roads met, and I had to take one or the other. To take 
the right road meant to make what I considered the 
greatest sacrifice of my life. The alluring way seemed 
to lead to perfect happiness, promising everything that 
the natural human heart could crave, but it led away 
from God. The other seemed to lead away from 
earthly friends and home and happiness, but unto 
God. I realized that my decision would settle my 
destiny for eternity, and I said that owing to my early 
training (on the divorce question) to take the step 
meant for me to give up my hope of Heaven, 
and I added, “Could you ask me to do that?” The 
reply was, “No, for beyond the sunset’s radiant glow 


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there is a brighter world I know.” So the Lord helped 
me to decide between what promised to be a heaven on 
earth and the real Heaven with Him throughout eter- 
nity. I have since learned it is one of Satan’s illusions 
to believe that disobedience to God can bring us even 
a temporary heart satisfaction, and that those joys we 
seek outside of God’s will, soon turn to the bitter tor- 
tures of remorse. 

I prayed and the Lord helped me. My heart was 
longing then for God, but I didn’t understand that He 
was trying to win and woo me to Himself. I longed 
to get away from the world. It had lost its attrac- 
tions for me. I thought of the convent and of what 
a beautiful life it would be to be hid away from the 
world, and alone with God. I hadn’t learned then 
that we could be so hid away with Christ in God that 
the world might sweep around us with its dazzle and 
its dreams, but we should no longer envy its vanities and 
pride, and that we could be alone with God and shut 
up in communion with Him in the midst of a busy life. 
Well, praise the Lord, I entered a convent while pur- 
suing the vocation of every-day life, for just one year 
from this time I was blessedly saved. Hallelujah! In 
my case the labor of getting me ready to yield to God 
was a long and tedious process. I made it so. I had 
had a taste of something that was good when a child, 
and I never forgot it. It was while reading “The Dairy- 
man’s Daughter;” that I first got a hint of the exist- 
ence of something better than this world can give, and 


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I wanted it. So, at twenty-five years of age, my hopes 
were about to be realized, but I wasn’t yet quite ready 
to yield, and the Lord in His loving kindness and tender 
mercy laid the hand of affliction on me in August of 
that year, and I was brought down to the very gates 
of death. I lay prostrate for months, and I promised 
the Lord that if He would raise me up I would serve 
Him anyway, whether I had any experience or not. I 
had been waiting all these years for a big Christian 
experience to begin with. 

I asked Him to raise me up before all the pro- 
tracted meetings were over in the fall that I might 
have another chance to attend a revival service. That 
was just what the Lord was getting me ready for, but 
I didn’t know it. So by the first of October I was 
able to be up, and the last of the protracted meetings 
of the season was announced to be held by the Cum- 
berland Presbyterian church of the town. They had 
engaged an evangelist to conduct the services; he was 
of the Moody School, and knew God. He was the 
first evangelist I ever heard. I was able to attend the 
third service that was held, and the Lord certainly 
gave him the message for me that day. I kept crying 
“Yes” to God, as I sat quiet in my pew. I counted 
the cost and accepted Jesus by faith. Hallelujah! 
I didn’t know anything about testimony meetings, but 
I thought I should like to have the opportunity to make 
a public statement that would explain my attitude so 
mmy worldly associates would know that I had given 


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them up. I thought that taking this stand would be 
a great help to me in the separation from the world 
that was to take place; but there was no opportunity 
to testify. The evangelist, however, was invited to hold 
a prayer meeting at my next door neighbor’s that after- 
noon, and I went. He shook hands with everyone and 
asked them if they were saved. My faith began to 
wayer and I prayed silently, saying, “Now, Lord, help 
me to know what to say before he comes to me, for I 
don’t want to deceive anybody, and most of all I don’t 
want to be deceived myself.” When he came to me, 
God enabled me to say, “Yes, by the grace of God I am 
His child,” and with that confession He opened the 
windows of Heaven on my soul, and I didn’t have to 
wait for an opportunity to tell it, for it just told itself, 
and everything else had to give place. From that day 
I walked and talked with God. For six weeks I hardly 
knew how I lived. Heaven seemed more real than this 
earth. 

I need have had no fear of my worldly companions 
seeking my society. Redeeming love was my theme from 
morning till night, and my friends became uneasy about 
me for fear my mind might become unbalanced, and 
they sent me away to the country for a period of isola- 
tion; but I was not alone. Hallelujah! He was teach- 
ing me the deep things of God. He separated me com- 
pletely from the world. “Wherefore come out from 
among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and 
touch not the unclean thing, and I will receive you, 


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and will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons 
and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty.” He brought 
me out that He might bring me in. His plan was to 
lead me straight through to Canaan by way of Kadesh- 
barnea, but I was so slow to understand. I thought 
that consecration meant doing some great and impos- 
sible thing, so like the Israelites of old I entered not 
in on account of unbelief. I did not understand spir- 
itual things then as I do now. So the Lord dealt with 
me according to the light I then had. Now, under the 
illumination of the Holy Ghost I look back and un- 
derstand God’s dealings with me in a way that I could 
not then understand. 

So, ten years later He again led me up to the cross- 
ing of the Jordan, and there was just one thing that 
had to be left behind that I insisted on taking over to 
Canaan with me, and that kept me out of the blessing; 
but ten years later on the last Thursday in May, 
1898, about ten o’clock, A. M., I obeyed marching or- 
ders. Leaving everything behind and surrendering 
everything ahead, I followed our great High Priest, 
before whom the waters parted, and I went over dry 
shod. Hallelujah! 


“Is not this the Land of Beulah, 
Blessed, blessed land of light, 

Where the flowers bloom forever, 
And the sun is always bright? 


“T can see far down the mountain, 
Where I wandered weary years; 
Often hindered in my journey, 
By the ghosts of doubts and feara. 


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“Broken vows and disappointments 
Thickly sprinkled all the way; 
But the Spirit led unerring, 
To the land I hold to-day.” 


My wanderings were spent in the wilderness of af- 
fliction, and my prayer was, “Lord make me whole 
in soul and body.” In some way I had a spiritual intu- 
ition that the soul-health must come first and I wished 
it so, and when the affliction had wrought its work and 
the Lord saw that I had come to a place of surrender 
He took me through the period of consecration, 
which lasted about a week. When I was through 
everything was surrendered to God, and I could say 
with Job, “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken 
away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.” I had given up 
will, reputation, home, friends, time and the little 
means He had entrusted to me. Hallelujah! I had the 
witness of the Spirit to my consecration. I knew that 
everything was yielded up to God and the peace that 
passeth understanding came into my soul. The strug- 
gle was over. I did not know enough to ask Him to 
baptize me with the Holy Ghost, or to sanctify me 
wholly, or to give me a clean heart; but my prayer 
was that I might be wholly the Lord’s. He was faith- 
ful and showed me what it meant to be wholly His, 
and what it would cost, and He enabled me to meet 
the conditions and receive the blessing. Praise the 
Lord! The following morning at about ten o’clock, 
while sitting alone in my room and meditating on the 
wonderful dealings of God with my soul, lost in quiet 


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spiritual communion with God, the wonderful baptism 
of the Holy Ghost came upon me. Words cannot ex- 
press it. He introduced Himself. I had no doubt 
in regard to the identity of my Guest, and I was ready 
to exclaim with Jacob, “Surely, the Lord is in this 
place, and I knew it not.” Like Moses in the 
presence of the burning bush, J realized that I was 
on holy ground. Instead of having been ushered sud- 
denly into the presence of God, God came in the per- 
son of the Holy Ghost to make my body His temple. 
“For John truly baptized with water, but ye shall 
be baptized with the Holy Ghost not many days hence.” 
(Acts i, 5.) I hoped that no one would come into the 
room to disturb the unbroken communion and the 
holy quietness of that heavenly atmosphere. I thought 
I could never condescend to talk of common things 
again, and that I must devote my whole time to the 
Bridegroom of my soul. 


“Many beauteous names Thou bearest, 
Brother, Shepherd, Friend, and King, 
But they none into my spirit 
Such Divine support can bring. 
Wilt thou have this precious ‘Ishi,’ 
Bridegroom of thy soul to be? 
He, the fairest of ten thousand, 
Waits in love to welcome thee.” 


He began to teach me from that hour. (John xiv, 
26.) He taught me to expect the soon coming of Jesus. 
I thought perhaps He would come that night, and 
should not have been surprised at immediate transla-_ 


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tion. I am still looking for His appearing, but though 
He tarry I know that He will surely come. He showed 
me the condition of the world and of the churches, and 
the burden was so great that I had to ask for relief. I 
couldn’t bear it. I felt as if I were carrying the whole 
lost world on my heart. He taught me about Divine 
healing. The power of God came on my body in the 
night, and I thought the Lord was about to take me 
home to Heaven. The spiritual ecstacy was something 
beyond description, and I thought that condition of 
soul attended the death of the sanctified; but He spoke 
to me again, and said, “This is not death. It is Divine 
healing. Now, your body is healed.” And I was 
healed from that hour. Hallelujah! I have been going 
for God ever since. At this time I had never come 
in touch with the Holiness people, but the Holy Spirit 
had been talking to me about my life-work, and I felt 
that I must have an opportunity to study the Word. 
I had heard of the School at Nyack, N. Y., and was 
asking the Lord to open up the way for me to go there 
when He put me in touch with this work at Cincin- 
nati. It was on this wise: A traveler was reading 
the Revivalist, and when he left the train he left the 
Revivalist in the seat. A woman picked it up, looked 
at it, thought it good, and took it home with her. I was 
visiting in the city where she lived, and she gave me 
the address, telling me it was a good paper. I wrote 
the address down on the fly-leaf of a book. The Holy 
Ghost had been directing my reading, and He awoke 


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me one night and told me to send for “Christ Crowned 
Within” and the “Life of Harrison the Evangelist.” 
I said, “Lord, I have never heard of either book, and 
don’t know where to get them.” He said, “Send for the 
Revivalist.” I hunted up the address, and when the 
paper came I found both books advertised in its col- 
umns. At that time dear Brother Knapp and his co- 
workers were praying for a home for this work. The 
Holy Ghost awoke me in the night, and told me that I 
should get a check for a hundred dollars in a few 
days, and to send it to Martin Wells Knapp at Cin- 
cinnati, Ohio, to help buy a home for the Revivalist. 
The check came in a few days and I made it payable to 
Brother Knapp, sent it on and told him what the Holy 
Ghost told me. In reply he wrote me that they were 
praying for a place of that kind, but nothing had 
opened up yet, and asked what he should do with 
the money. I told him to keep it, for I knew I had 
made no mistake. And from that time on the money 
began coming in for the purchase of the Bible School 
property. Hallelujah! 

When the school opened the Lord opened up the 
way for me to come, and I was registered among the 
first arrivals. The Holy Ghost had been talking to me 
about going to work among the lepers of India, and I 
thought that preparation for that work was what I 
was coming to the Bible School for. When they talked 
to me about going to the Rescue Home I was afraid 
of getting out of Divine order, but the Lord made it 


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plain to me that I should go, and I went with the un- 
derstanding that when the Lord opened up the way 
for me to go to India I should be free to go. That 
contract holds good today, but the Lord has kept me 
so busy that I have never worried Him about my going 
as a missionary, but have just left it all with Him. My 
will is the will of the Lord. Hallelujah! While study- 
ing the commission of the disciples during the first term 
of school the Lord showed me His plan for His dis- 
ciples of today. He says in Matt. 10:9-10, “Provide 
neither gold nor silver nor brass in your purses; nor 
scrip for your journey, neither two coats, neither shoes, 
nor yet staves for the workman is worthy of his meat.” 
And He made it plain that He wanted me to put the lit- 
tle means He had given me into the work of the Lord 
and trust Him to supply my needs. He showed me 
just what sum to ask for the property, and who the pur- 
chaser would be, and it came about just as He had said. 


i have been so interested in my part of the contract that 
I hayen’t had time to think or pray much about His 


part; but He has never forgotten it. Bless His holy 
name! Every need has been supplied for spirit and body. 

He has given me a great love for the work, and when 
the girls get saved I rejoice with the angels, and when 
they reject Jesus I weep over them as He wept over 
Jerusalem, saying, “How often would I have gathered 
thy children together even as a hen gathereth her 
chickens under her wings and ye would not.” 
We go on sowing the seed, for He _ says, 


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“Sow thy seed in the morning and in the evening 
withhold not thy hand, for thou knowest not whether 
will prosper this or that, or whether both will be alike 
good.” He promises that some seed will fall on good 
ground and will bring forth some thirty, some sixty, 
and some a hundred fold, and we have proved it true. 
Praise the Lord! He says again for our encouragement, 
“He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious 
seed, shall doubtless come again, rejoicing, bringing his 
sheaves with him.” And again that we are to sow 
beside all waters, and that we shall reap if we faint not. 
By His grace and help we mean to be faithful unto 
death that we may be able to say with St. Paul, “I 
have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, 
I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up a 
crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous 
Judge, will give me at that day; and not to me only; 
but unto all them also that love His appearing.” 


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THE GATES WILL OPEN WIDE 


I’ve heard them sing again and again, 
Of the gates that stand ajar, 

Of a sunny clime and a golden place, 
And a sinless land afar; 

But when I see my Savior come, 
T’ll enter that land of love; 

I know the gates will open wide 
To the shining courts above. 


A welcome home at the golden gates 
By a band of angels bright; 

Does there for the ransomed spirit wait, 
As it enters the land of light; 

We may not know the joys untold, 
Or the bliss of the other side; 

But when we come to the gates of gold, 
I know they will open wide. 


The sinner’s Friend, as He reaches down, 
With a Savior’s wondrous love, 
Prepares a mansion, a robe and crown, 
In the shining courts above, 
Will gather His flock into the fold, 
To the fold beyond the tide, 
As we near the gates, the gates of gold, 
I know they will open wide. 


The beautiful gates wide open stand, 
My soul it is dressed in white; 
I am ready to go at God’s command, 
To dwell in Heaven’s light; 
The beautiful gates are open wide, 
The Savior will come for me, 
Already the veil is drawn aside, 
My home by faith I see. 
—WSelected. 


CHAPTER IL 
The First Girl in Hope Cottage. 


“It is good for me that I have been afflicted ; that I might 
learn thy statutes. The law of thy mouth is better unto me 
than thousands of gold and silyer.”—Ps. 119: 71, 72. 


The Lord had laid the rescue work on the hearts 
of dear Brother Knapp and his co-workers. The stu- 
dents and teachers often found those whom they 
thought they could rescue if they only had a place to 
which they might be brought where they would be sep- 
arated from old companions and temptations. Espe- 
cially did they meet such cases in the “O” ward in the 
City Hospital, and when they talked to them about giv- 
ing up the old sinful life and giving their hearts to God, 
they would meet with the oft-repeated answer, “Where 
could we go? What should we do? We have no lodg- 
ing place except.the place of sin from which we came. 
We are not strong enough to work. We have no work- 
ing clothes, even if anybody would take us.” These 
and similar pleas so wrought upon the hearts of the 
workers that they finally found expression in prevailing 
prayer for a Rescue Home. 

Often Brother Knapp went out to look at places ad- 
vertised for rent on Mount Auburn, but when the own 
ers found that the house would be used for a Rescue 

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Home they wouldn’t rent; they did not know what the 
“Home” would be like and were afraid to risk it. 

A large square two-story brick building stood across 
the street from the Bible School with a large placard in 
front—“FOR SALE”—and the Lord wanted us to see 
it, but we hadn’t the faith to ask Him for anything like 
that. But you know He says He will do exceedingly 
abundantly above all that we can ask or think, so He 
wouldn’t let anyone rent to us, because He wanted us to 
ask Him to give us a place. We finally saw the point, 
asked the Lord, and He gave it. Hallelujah! The 
owner asked $10,000.00, but prayer was offered that 
the Lord would incline his heart to let us have it for 
less. He said he could not sell it for less, but he would 
give $2,500 on it, which brought it down to $7,500.00, 
for which all praised the Lord. The contract was 
sealed, and the purchase money to be paid in three in- 
stallments, 1903, 1904 and 1905. 

While the Home was being prepared God was prepar- 
ing hearts and getting them ready. The matron and 
missionaries were being trained in “God’s Bible 
School.” A sinful girl in Columbus, Ohio, was get- 
ting sick and tired of her wicked life and was long- 
ing for something better. She had a real desire to 
give up the life and become a Christian. She ex- 
pressed this desire to a man with whom she had been 
living and it was arranged by him for her to come 
to Salvation Park Camp-meeting. They both thought 
she might get saved in that length of time. 

The Lord brought a missionary in touch with this 


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girl and she told her of the “Rescue Home” that was 
to be opened here during the Camp-meeting. She 


hadn’t solved the problem, but expected after the 
Camp-meeting to go back to her suite of apartments 
in a house of sin. The Lord did not wish her to do 
that, and she wasn’t strong enough to work. When 
she heard of the Home she saw the way opening for 
her, and she disposed of. her nice furniture which 
she had been years gathering around her, (almost 
giving it away to her land-lady), sending her piano 
home to her sisters. She began to make prepara- 
tions to come to Hope Cottage. The missionary staid 
with her about a week, helping to get her things 
ready, for she didn’t have many things suitable to 
wear in Hope Cottage. With the missionary’s help 
she soon got a very neat plain wardrobe ready; and, 
burning every bridge behind her, bidding good-bye 
to the old life forever, tarrying not in all the plain, 
but escaping for her life and never looking back, she 
arrived in Cincinnati during the first days of the 
Camp-meeting. She soon gave her heart to God and 
learned many lessons of faith, obedience and trust. 
The Home was dedicated and we moved in with 
Julia, for she it was. There was also a young girl 
from the City who had been in sin, and a poor drunken 
woman who came to us during the Camp. The latter 
was a well educated Catholic, who had shut herself 
up in a Convent at three different times hoping to 
conquer her appetite for drink. We opened the Home 
with the three inmates, but an injunction was served 


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on us and the Home was closed. We had to move out, 
but after a couple of weeks waiting on the Lord we 
decided to move in and risk the results. When we 
were preparing to’ move back Julia said she didn’t 
feel worthy to go over to the Home, because she 
wasn’t sanctified. She felt that she ought to be 
cleansed from all sin and made every whit whole be- 
fore going into her new home, the Lord’s house. But 
she had to first learn lessons of separation and con- 
secration that she little dreamed of. 

Her life had never been a very bright one from her 
babyhood. Her father was a drunkard, and among 
her first recollections was that of her mother hiding 
the children away out of sight, fearing lest he might 
seriously injure or kill them in his drunken frenzy. 
She never thought of herself nor spoke an unkind word 
to him. She was only astep-mother, too, but a 
Christian, praise the Lord! Julia was early taught 
about Jesus and was saved at fifteen, but the hard- 
ships of a drunkard’s home forced her out to work 
at that early age. She went out to wash for people. 
It was in a country place where heavy tubs had to be 
lifted and water drawn from deep wells. She soon 
broke down at that and then she was permitted to go 
out to do general housework, which she considered 
a great privilege, as it was not so hard as washing. 
Then, too, she got a glimpse of the sunshine and 
plenty in other homes. 

She sought comfort for her sad heart, but as is 


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eften the case, it was the wrong kind of comfort; she 
began to imbibe the poison of the sensational novel. 
The girls that she read of seemed to be living in a 
different world, in which there was little said about 
work; whereas drudgery was about all she had known 
in her short life. They always seemed to be having 
what the world calls a good time, plenty of company 
and fine clothes, and nothing to do, but to entertain 
and to be entertained. She heard that there. really 
was a class of girls who lived that way, and not being 
strong to work, she was tempted to try it. If the cur- 
tain had only been lifted and she could have seen the 
broken hearts and wrecked lives, the sin, sorrow and 
suffering that afterward come into her own heart she 
would have recoiled from the very thought of such a -‘fe. 
As it was poor Julia was caught in Satan’s trap and 
drank the bitter dregs. From the day of her initiation 
she decided that she could notlive that life without 
something to deaden the sensibilities and drown the 
shame, so she soon learned to drink. When she had 
drunk until that didn’t seem to have much effect she 
tried drugs. By this time she was aroused to the fact 
that unless something was done she should soon be in 
her grave. 

At length she thought she had found an avenue of 
escape through marriage; one whom she had known 
in sin proffered marriage. She had been picturing a 
quiet home with someone to love her and care for 
her with all the old sinful life and habits left behind. 


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His intention was quite different. He planned to 
marry one versed in the ways of sin that she might 
support him, so that he would not have to work. The 
marriage took place, and Julia soon realized that her 
sin and sorrow had increased a hundred-fold, now 
her cup of suffering seemed to be indeed full. If the 
money wasn’t in the drawer to pay the rent and the 
coal and gas bills Julia was beaten and often driven 
out into the streets at night to find shelter anywhere 
she could; she would hide away somewhere fearing 
that the policemen might find her. Finally she es- 
caped from him for her life into the street in her 
night clothes, fearing neither policeman nor anything 
else; went to police headquarters and begged protec- 
tion. They took it in hands and gave him so many 
hous to leave the country or go to the workhouse for 
an indefinite length of time, so he left. 

During this time Julia had attempted suicide twice 
by taking morphine, but in her unconscious condi- 
tion a stomach pump had been used on one occasion 
and warm salt water on another until her stomach 
was relieved of its contents. 

She had two girl friends who had rooms in the 
same house of sin; these three in their poor, miserable 
way tried to help each other. Carrie was a beautiful 
girl with big brown eyes; she had a good education and 
came from a nice country home, but she fell into sin. 
Soon her health began to fail; she became languid and 
indifferent; they noticed she had a hacking cough 


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which soon developed into hasty consumption. She had 
no money to buy food or to pay rent and Julia took her 
into her rooms and waited on her, and it was left to 
poor Nell to look after the finances. 

Carrie, by this time was very low, and the big 
brown eyes seemed to grow larger and larger. Julia 
saw that she was near the end, and without Carrie’s 
knowledge or consent wrote her mother of her con- 
dition, and the mother and sister came. Tley were 
so dazed over the condition and surroundings they 
didn’t seem able to do anything. Imagine a timid 
country woman with her accomplished daughter in a 
sporting house in a city at midnight; they seemed 
to be scared, and slipped away without any arrange- 
ments being made for the burial. 

Julia had talked to Carrie and told her that she 
ought to try to make some preparation for death, but 
she had said she would die as she had lived. Then 
Julia sent to the mission for some of the workers to 
come and see her, but she told them she wouldn’t 
ask God to receive her when she had spent her life 
in sin, so the missionaries couldn’t help her. The 
‘ once beautiful and bright Carrie, who might have 
been an ornament in any home, and then have gone 
to live with Jesus, had gone down into Garkness ad 
despair without any hops; she died as she had lived. 
Julia had a little money laid away for a rainy day, 
and she got Carrie a shroud and coffin and sent Nell 
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Then Julia and Nell were so lonely they just lived 
together. Julia noticed that Nell was becoming 
peevish and fretful and her appetite was gone; she 
noticed, too, that same hacking cough, but Julia 
thought that Nell had been so strong that she might 
get well, or, at any rate, live a good while. To their 
surprise her decline was more rapid than poor Car- 
rie’s, she didn’t live half so long and died an awful 
death; her soul went out into darkness to meet its 
sins at the Judgment of the Great White Throne. It 
might have been so different, for Jesus died for Nell 
as well as for you and me! 

There are others, even now, who are dying in these 
places with no one to point them to the Lamb of God 
that taketh away the sin of the world. Julia saya 
she believes they might both have been saved if there 
had been some one to tell them just how to repent 
and believe on Jesus, but they thought there was no 
hope. 

In the meantime the Lord was getting Julia ready 
to obey the command, “Come out and be ye separate 
saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing, and 
I will receive you and ye shall be my sons and daughters 
saith the Lord, and I will walk with you and be 
in you.” She has done this, and though she is a 
great sufferer, she keeps in close touch with God. 
She has much of the precious Word of God stored 
away in her mind and heart, and has memorized many 
of the beautiful old hymns. When she is too nervous 


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to read she can go over those precious promises which 
she has stored away in her memory, and those old 
songs full of Gospel light and love, and have a little 
meeting in her own room with just the Lord and her- 
self. Sometimes she gets very homesick for Heaven, 
saying that unless she could get well and work for 
Him, it seems it would be better to take her home. 
He knows best, and one of her favorite songs is 
“God’s Anvil;” and another, “How Firm a Foundation.” — 
She was very much encouraged when the doctor told 
her that her lungs were affected. She thought she 
would surely be going home soon. Yhen she is feel- 
ing very bad she sings, “It wiil all be over soon.” 
Sometimes she is so nervous that she can’t pray, and 
then she says she just trusts. 

She had prayed much for her former laundress, and 
the kind old colored woman came all the way from 
Columbus, Ohio, last summer to see her. How Julia 
enjoyed telling her all about her new life and hap- 
piness, since the Lord took the burden of sin off her 
heart, and gave her His Spirit! She enjoys the visits 
of friends from “God’s Bible School,” too, who some- 
times come over and encourage her in the Lord. 

Since she was saved she has had a great burden for 
those whom she knew in sin. She is weak and nerv- 
ous, an her prayer list grew so long that she could 
hardly hold them all in her mind; she told the Lord 
she could scarcely get through her prayer list any 
longer, and that she should have to drop some of them. 


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She felt that would be hard to do, so she thought if 
she could only pray one time more perhaps the Lord 
would save those girls. So she began with renewed 
strength and zeal; her faith increased and. the Lord 
poured out His Spirit upon her and gave her the as- 
surance that He would do the work. Bless His name! 
Since that time it has just seemed like foolish talk 
to ask the same thing over again, so she just thanks 
Him that He is going to do the work, and is praising 
Him that she has learned how to diminish her prayer 
list, i. e., by praying through, rather than by dropping 
some out. 

She has the pictures of the missionaries and native 
converts which she has cut out of “God’s Revivalist” 
framed, and prays for them every day. When I don’t 
get time to read the “Revivalist,” she can always tell 
me how the missionaries are getting along. 

Sometimes for her testimony she recites this song; 
she is not strong enough to sing much. 


“Shut in! Oh, no, my sisters! Only led away, 

From dust and toil and turmoil, and burden and heat of day, 
Into the cool green pastures, by waters calm and still, 

I here may lie in quiet and do my Father’s will. 


“Earth’s angels come around me with faces kind and sweet; 
We love to sit together and learn at Jesus’ feet. 

We talk of sacred duties, of crosses in the way; 
And they go out and bear them while I lie still and pray. 


“No, not shut in my sisters, the four walls fade away; 
My soul goes out in gladness to bask in glorious day. 

This wasting suffering body with weight of weary pain, ~ 
Can never dim my vision, nor soul with grief restrain. 


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“I wait the rapt’rous greeting, or rather ent’ring in 
To mansions bright, eternal that know no pain, no sin. 
I’m only waiting, sisters, till the Father calls, ‘Come home;’ 
Thus wait with lamp bright burning, until *he Bridegroom 
come.” ; 


A RESOUE HOME MIGHT HAVE SAVED HER. 


Alone, alone with wandering tread, 
Drifting where darkening shadows creep, 
Alive to woe, to sorrow wed, 
Oh, if she could weep—could weep. 


Gone, gone are tears as hope and love 
And home—exchanged for paved street; 
At her despair the clouds above 
Unite with dripping curbs to weep. 


As sobbing night with wings of gloom 
Around her, dank, chill curtains sweep 
The midnight sounds from out death’s womb 

The knell of one too hurt to weep. 


Drifting deep down her shattered mind 
Swiftly outstrips her aching feet 

In her blind haste a place to find 
Where mangled heart will cease its beat. 


Passing far out on bridge of sighs 
Above the turbid current deep, 
~ Hark! From below, as last hope dies, 
The heayens with troubled waters weep. 


Deluded child of sin and shame, 
Not stilled thy heart of sorrow deep; 
No, no; upon its endless pain 
Eternity will vigils keep. 


‘No, not allayed the heart of pain, 
Nor now at rest the stone-cut feet; 


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Instead, around with storm-fierce flame 
Hell’s fearful tempests ever beat. 


Oh, turn bruised feet to Him who came 
At early morn from Olive’s brow 

To save from stones a child of shame; 
His blood alone can save you now. 


Turn, weary feet, to paths like them 
Christ laid for her from temple door e 
By saying, Neither do I condemn; 
Go, go, dear child, and sin no more. 
—From “Gathered Sheaves.” 


The foregoing poem was written from a true incident 
which took place recently, that of a poor, lost girl who, 
“drifted out on the pier in one of our great cities, and 
after kneeling a moment to offer a blind prayer, flung 
herself wildly to death and destruction beneath the 
dark waters below.” 


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ON THE STREET, 


“On the street, on the street.” 
To and fro with weary feet; 
Aching heart and aching head, 
Homeless, lacking daily bread. 
Lost to friends and joy and name, 
Sold to sorrow, sin, and shame; 
Wet with rain and chilled by storm, 
Ruined, wretched, lone, forlorn. 


“On the street, on the street.” 

Still I walk with weary feet; 

Lonely mid the city’s din, 

Sunk in grief and woe and sin; 

Far from peace and far from home, 
No one caring where I roam; 

No kind hand stretched forth to save, 
No bright hope beyond the grave. 


“On the street, on the street.” 

Late I walk with weary feet; 

Oh, that this sad Jife might end! 
Oh, that I might find one Friend! 
One who would not from me turn, 
Nor my prayer of sorrow spurn; 
Oh, that I that Friend could see! 
He would pitying look on me. 


“On the street, on the street.” 
Might I here a Savior meet! 
From the blessed far-off years, 
Comes the story of her tears; 
Whose sad hear with sorrow broke, 
Heard the words of love He spoke— 
Heard Him bid her anguish cease, 
Heard Him whisper, “Go in peace!” 
—W. L. Hastings, from “Bible Songs of Salvation and Victory.” 


CHAPTER IIL 
“Praying Mary.” 


“Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and 
I will give you rest.”,—Marr. 11: 28. 


On Saturday afternoon, December 11th, the mis- 
sionaries found a hungry, tired heart in the House 
of Detention, and as there was no charge against 
her (she went there for a place to sleep), they brought 
her home with them. She was so tired and weary . 
that she just came and fell into the arms of Jesus, 
and He gave her rest—rest from the burden of sin, 
just as I threw myself across the bed a few evenings 
ago in perfect abandonment, I was so exhausted and 
the nerves and muscles relaxed, and I was rested. 
Praise the Lord. 

Mary was married at the age of fifteen to a drunk- 
ard, and after a few years they parted. Up to that 
time she had lived a moral life, in a small country 
town, but now came to this city that she might get 
better wages. She fell in with bad companions, and 
learned to drink and she soon went down. She could 
not keep a place to work and continue to drink, and 
that is how it was that she was wandering on the 
street that Saturday night. 

It seems that her spiritual appetite has never been 
satisfied. The more she goes to Church the more she 

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wants to go. The more she prays the more she wants 
to pray; and the Lord has answered so many prayers 
for her that she has the simple faith of a little child. 
She had only been here about two weeks when our 
Christmas Convention opened, and oh, what a feast 
for a hungry heart! She drank it all in. I think 
it was to Mary something like we older Christians 
expect the dawn of the millennium to be with us. 

We sometimes have fast days on Thursday and go 
over to the Tabernacle at five o’clock in the after- 
noon, so on Sunday evening during prayer, Mary asked 
the Lord to put it on Brother Standley’s heart to ap- 
point another day of fasting and prayer. When he 
made the announcement a few minutes later he said 
he thought we had better fast and pray on Thursday, 
and Mary was happy. But she got sick before Thurs- 
day came and she said something in the morning 
about going to Church, and I said, “Mary, I don’t 
think I should go if I were you.” I forgot all about 
it, and Mary went off up in the attic to pray aud 
asked the Lord to cause me to let her go. She came 
to me later and said, “Mother, don’t you think I 
am well enough to go tonight?” and I said, “Oh, I 
suppose you can wrap up well, and it will not hurt 
you.” Then she told me how she had prayed for 
Brother Standley to appoint the fast, and then had to 
pray that I would let her go. One night two of the 
girls ran away and Mary prayed so that in some way 


Prayina Marky. 


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the Lord would separate Dora and Hazel, and in a 
short time we got a letter saying that Dora had gone 
to her home; then Mary thanked and praised the 
Lord again. Recently one of the girls, who had been 
with us only a short time wanted to go down into 
the city and hunt up some people and get some busi- 
ness settled up, and we were almost afraid for her 
to go. Mary prayed that she wight not be able to 
find that person she wanted to see; so when she 
came back she was disgusted with the whole thing. 
She had not seen the party, and no longer wished to do 
so; and Mary thanked the Lord again. 

Sometimes we are called out of the prayer room 
before the service is over, and this was the case on 
the morning of which we speak. Mary was telling me 
about it after it was over. She said, “Mother, 
didn’t pray right this morning; she prayed mad at 
some things that had been said about her, and went 
out of the room, and I talked to her about it, and 
_told her she ought to go back and pray again, and 
she did and prayed all right.” We had been coveting 
Mary for a Christian worker, and I told some of them 
that I thought if she had tact or wisdom enough to 
get people to pray right, she was a pretty good worker 
already. 

One day Mary heard that we were going to get her 
a place to go out and work, and she came to me and 


said in the most pathetic way, “Mother, you are not 
going to send me out to work, are you? I do not 


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want to go.” She works most all the time in the 
Home, helps to cook, but she did not want to leave 
the Home, and I said, “Of course, we will not do that,” 
and Mary praised the Lord again. 

The girls all know that she has salvation, and ske 
is a great help and blessing in the home. In her 
quiet, prayerful way she helps the girls to gain many 
victories that they are scarcely aware of. For in- 
stance, yesterday morning one of her room-mates was 
not feeling well, and thought she would not get up. 
Mary did not come and tell the matron that Melissa — 
was not going to get up, and that she did not think 
there was much the matter with her, but said, “O, 
1 would get up and stir around a little and maybe 
your bad feeling will wear off; sometimes I feel bad 
when I first wake up, and after I get up I feel bet- 
ter.” That was about all she said, but while she 
_ was dressing she was praying and asking the Lord 
to help Melissa, and she had not been in the kitchen 
very long until Melissa came in with a smile on her 
face, and said, “Mary, you must have prayed for - 
me; I feel so much better.” Truly, “men may be too 
little for our great matters; but God is not too great 
for our small ones.” 

There is a wonderful difference between praying 
for people and praying ai them. On the same morn- 
ing another of the girls told Mary she was not going 
to Sunday-school, for her dress did not just suit her. 
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was not going to Sunday-school, and that she had 
no lawful excuse, but she said, “Oh, Bertha, I would 
go to-day any way; your dress is no worse than it 
was last Sunday, and it may be that Mother can fix 
it before another Sunday.” That was all she said, 
but while she was lacing her shoes and getting ready 
she was praying, and Bertha got the victory over the 
dress and went. It was all done in such a quiet way 
that Bertha hardly knew who helped her. 

On last Saturday we told the girls that we should 
like for them to write a little testimony telling what 
the Lord had done for them, and Grace, one of our 
youngest children went to Mary and told her she did 
not know what to do, for she had backslidden so many 
time, and she did not know how she could write any- 
thing that would help anybody else unless she had 
real victory in her own soul. It was after supper, 
and Mary told her to come into her room, and they 
would pray. They prayed until the lights were out 
at half-past nine. I do not know how much victory 
Grace got, but the Lord blessed Mary so that she waa 
praying all night in her sleep. 

On a certain fast day and evening prayer meeting a 
great volume of praise and thanksgiving for the won 
derful way He had led us and supplied our needs in 
times past went up to God. The needs of the work 
were also spread out before Him; the payments that 
were to be met in the next month, the Revivalist and 
publishing interests, the needs for the Bible School, 


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the last payment to be made on the Rescue Home the 
first of May, the great need of a Children’s Home, 
and the Camp-meeting grounds to be arranged for. 
As Mary saw the great burden that was being car- 
ried for the work, she said she would fast and pray 
fer a month, doing without her evening meal. If she 
does, something is going to happen; some one is going 
to be troubled in their dreams; some one is going to 
loosen their grip on their purse-string; some one who 
has been robbing God in tithes and offerings is going 
to bring all their tithes into the storehouse and get a 
blessing to their own soul. 

“Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that 
there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now 
herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open 
you the windows of Heaven, and pour you out a bless- 
ing that there shall not be room enough to receive 
it. And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes, 
and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground; 
neither shall your vine cast her fruit before the time 
in the field, saith the Lord of hosts.” 

((She did fast and pray, and the way in which God 
answered is now a matter of history and is told else- 
where in this book.) 

The following letter shows one of the ways in which 
He answered : 

“Dear Sister Duff :— 

“Tnclosed is a check for $10.00. I want you to use 
$5.00 to help meet the payment due on Hope Cot- 


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tage, the 30th of April, the other $5.00 is for ‘Praying 
Mary.’” In reading the letter to Mary we did not get 
much further, we were interrupted by her praises and 
thangsgiving to God, so we said we would just kneel 
down and thank the Lord good. Mary expected the 
Lord to answer and touch hearts and send in the 
means, but to answer in such a personal way was 
really a surprise, she said, “Lord, I never asked for 
anything for myself; I never once thought of having a 
cent to give, and here I have $5.00. Mother, you just 
put it all in to help to pay the debt; I don’t want a 
cent of it for myself.” Praise the Lord. She could 
truly say with the poet, “One hour of such blessing 
repays us for ail.” If every one who contributes to 
this work gets such a blessing as Mary did there are 
going to be lots of happy folks by and by; and 
why not? “Bring ye all the tithes into the store- 
house, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove 
me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will 
not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you 
out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough 
fo receive it.’ Malachi 3:10. 

If Mary keeps true to Jesus she will some day walk 
the streets of the New Jerusalem, but not because 
She has no place to sleep, for there is no night there. 
Hallelujah ! 

We have the same number of Marys in the home as 
were standing near the cross at the crucifixion. There 
was Mary, the mother of Jesus, and Mary, the wife 


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of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene. The subject of 
this sketch we call “praying Mary,” and expect the 
Lord to give her many. spiritual children. Mary, who 
is mentioned in a “Midnight Experience in Hope Cot 
tage,” often calls herself Mary Magdalene, out of whom 
' Christ cast seven devils. Then there is “patient Mary,” 
the wife of a gambler, who expects to go back and win 
him for God. We give her this word of cheer as she 
_ starts out on her mission of love to-day, “Be not 
weary in well-doing, for ye shall reap if ye faint not.” 

She is a nice dressmaker, but drink had robbed her 
of her husband and broken up her home; she was 
found in the House of Detention by the missionaries 
and brought to Hope Cottage and was blessedly saved. 
She said she had been hungry so long, but did not 
know what was the matter. She told me last night 
that she would like to come every Thursday and sew 
for us at the Home as a free-will offering, and go to 
prayer meeting on Thursday evening. 

One of the girls who was working out gave me a 
nice dress pattern and Mary made it for me. It looked 
so neat and plain, that I thought, Oh, how we need 
sanctified dressmakers! We had a dressmaker in 
the home once that did not get saved; she would not 
meet the conditions. She did some sewing for us and 
she just could not keep from fussing things up; they 

did not look pretty to her without it. How much 
"we need sanctified taste! 


CHAPTER IV. 
Jubilee Day. 


“But my God shall supply all your need according to his 
riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”—Pum, 4:19. 


“Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 
Praise Him all creatures here below, 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.” 


Sunday, May 5th was one of feasting on the Mount 
of Blessings and was called Jubilee Day on account 
of its being the celebration of the lifting of the mort- 
gage off of the Rescue Home, in answer to prayer, and 
so many of God’s Revivalist family coming up to the 
help of the Lord. 

First, in the Sabbath School at 9:30 we feasted 
upon the beautiful lesson of “The Vine and the 
Branches,” then followed a blessed Communion sery- 
ice. After prayer, Brother Standley read a few verses 
from the 11th chapter of 1 Cor., beginning with the 
24th verse, and spoke impressively of the danger of 
approaching the Lord’s table unworthily, with anything 
in the heart against a brother or sister, and anything 
that had not been straightened up and made right with 
God. God’s presence and power were felt in this 
service, 

Long before the time of the opening of the afternoon 

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48 REDEEMED BY TH® BLOOD. 


service at 2:30, people began gathering on the “Mount 
of Blessings.” From different parts of the buildings. 
the students could be heard praying, and in other parts 
some singing, and the very atmosphere of victory sur 
rounded the entire place, all because our God had 
wrought marvellously for us. 

Truly, “God’s Bible School” and “God’s Revivalist” 
are well named, they belong to Him, without reserve 
and He has full control. The General Superintendent 
the Holy Ghost, was on hand from the opening morn 
ing service until the closing one at night. 

Before the time for the service to begin, several of 
us were gathered on the steps of the Rescue Home, 
and as we sat there and thought, “What hath God 
wrought!” our hearts were filled with His praises, 
and we could not help but weep and give Him all the 
-glory. Oh, He is a prayer-hearing and a prayer-an 
swering God! 

At 2:30 when the service opened in the Tabernacle, 
the very presence of God was there, and hearts felt it 
from one end of the house to the other, and the smiling 
faces and tearful eyes, and the waving handkerchiefs, 
as we sang the first song, told how hearts were touched 
and moved by the Spirit of God. We felt in our hearts 
that God was pleased. Victory was in the prayere 
and songs that followed. Brother Standley then 
preached from the following text, “Not by might, nor . 
by power, but by my Spirit saith the Lord of hosts.” 
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men had not helped us; it was not by riches, but it 
was by the Spirit cf God working upon the hearts of 
‘His great Revivalist Family” to send in the means 
to lift the last note. How we praise Him and give 
Him all the glory! As Brother Standley stepped 
preaching, the students and people were shouting the 
praises of God, and the boys and congregation marched 
through the side door, down the yard of the Bible 
School and across the street into the grounds of the 
Rescue Home. The Home in its almost completed new 
dress of drab paint and brown trimmings, and over 
the door the large sign “Hope Cottage,” surely looked 
an inviting place that day. The brother whom God had 
touched to fix up the Home had done his best, and it 
was a credit to God and to himself. 

The people kept crowding into the grounds, and 
still they came, a large crowd! It was about half 
past three in the afternoon. The sun had almost faded 
from the front of the grounds and left the people in 
the shade. On the front steps, with radiant faces were 
Sister Storey, Mother Duff, Sister Payne, and Brother 
Standley, and Sister Standley, and as near as they 
could gather around them, standing or sitting, was the 
congregation from the Tabernacle. O, how we praised 
God! At the opening song, “All Hail the Power of 
Jesus’ Name!” the Holy Ghost came down in power, 
and some of the boys in the crowd began jumping and 
shouting, and waving their handkerchiefs. The sweet 
old hymn mingled with the shouts of praise brought 


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out the neighbors. Thus, we were able to declare be- 
fore them what God had wrought. 

After the song, Brother ‘Standley prayed a blessed 
prayer, a prayer of thanksgiving, praise, and victory, 
and God honored it and sealed it to hearts. He 
thanked God that the mortgage had been lifted off our 
souls, that He had saved and sanctified us, and set 
us going for Him. He thanked Him for the Home, and 
that when men rose up against us, and said that no 
such place could be on Mt. Auburn, God defeated their 
plans and said, “buy,” and now He had sent in the 
money for the last payment. He thanked Him that 
it had indeed proved a “Hope” Cottage to hearts from 
which hope had died. There is no hope outside of 
Christ, and that is the foundation of the Home, Christ 
Jesus, the Savior from all sin. He thanked Him for 
the girls who had been in the Home in the past, for 
those there at present, and for those that we are ex- 
pecting in the days to come. Oh, it is wonderful 
what God can do! He thanked Him for the love, co- 
operation and prayers of all “His Great Revivalist 
Family” seattered throughout the earth. He thanked 
Him that when the bills were due on the Home, He 
had sent in the money to meet them and now that in 
the presence of the people, we were able to stand there 
and tell what God had wrought, not by might nor 
power, but by His own Spirit, and like as in the temple 
of old, he prayed that God would, with His own glory, 
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as the mortgage was burning, God would fit a special 
blessing to every one who had prayed one prayer, who 
had sent of their means, or sacrificed, or had in any 
way, shown their love and interest in the Home, and 
we believe that He did it. 

While he prayed, the deep heart “Amens” and sob- 
bing voices told how really grateful hearts were to 
God, and how the people were worshipping and ador- 
ing Him from the very depths of their souls. When 
he finished praying, Sister Storey took the mortgage 
in her hand, held it up before the whole congregation, 
then opening it out, laid it on a tray that Brother 
Standley held in his hand, then she struck a match to 
it, and the mortgage was burned to ashes. As the 
mortgage was burning, God answered as in the temple 
of old, and the place was full of His glory. Some 
hearts that were not right with God that hour got 
under conviction, unsanctified believers got under con- 
viction, and those who were walking on with Him, 
step by step, praised and adored, and in their hearts 
crowned Him Lord of lords and King of kings. 

Oh, it is wonderful what God can do! “If God be 
for us, who can be against us?” And if His Spirit 
is upon us, there is no such word as defeat, but a con- 
tinual going on from victory to victory and from 
glory to glory, until we shall meet in the air, and sit 
down at the marriage supper of the Lamb. 

After the mortgage was burned, Mother Duff took 
charge of the ashes. She expects to put them in a 


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little glass urn and keep them on the mantel ia the 
parlor of the Home, and when visitors and the girls 
in the future shall come there, and ask, “What do 
these ashes mean?” we can tell them that it is a mem- 
orial of what God has done; that they are the ashes 
of the mortgage that God paid, and they will know 
and realize what our God is able to do. 

Sister Storey then read with unction the 124th 
Psalm as follows: 

1. If it had not been the Lord who wis on our side, 
now may Israel say; 

2. If it had not been the Lord who was on our side, 
when men rose up against us: 

3. Then they had swallowed us up quick, when 
their wrath was kindled against us: 

4. Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream 
had gone over our soul: 

5. Then the proud waters had gone over our soul. 

6. Blessed be the Logp, who hath not given us as 
a prey to their teeth. 

7. Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare 
of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped. 

8. Our help is in the name of the Logp, who made 
Heaven and earth. 

Then she spoke, saying it was truly God who was 
on our side, that He was pleased with us. When God 
laid it on Brother Knapp’s heart and the hearts of 
others of His children to open a Rescue Home for 
women who were down in sin, we tried a]l around Mt. 


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Auburn to rent a building, but they refused every- 
where, because no one wanted such people for neigh- 
bors. Property could be rented for saloons and 
brothels without any trouble, but no place in which 
to take the poor victims of these places when they 
were sinking in the depths of sin. There was no sym- 
pathy, no helping hand extended; the people tried in 
every way to defeat God’s plan, but He overcame them 
by His own strong hand, and delivered. When we 
could not rent, He told us that we could purchase, 
and sent in the money for the first payment, and gave 
us property right across the street from “His Bible 
School.” They had refused us this property before, 
and at one time they asked ten thousand dollars for it, 
but God so moved on their hearts that they let us have 
it for seventy-five hundred dollars, and we praised 
Him and gave Him all the glory. She spoke of how 
many girls had been saved and sanctified in the Home 
and were now scattered in different places living for 
Jesus, and that some even have calls to the uttermost 
parts of the earth; others have been saved and sancti: 
fied through their lives and testimonies, and thus the 
great chain of influence and work for Jesus is going 
on, and we shall never know what Hope Cottage has 
accomplished until we all stand around the judgment 
Throne to receive our rewards there. We know they 
will magnify His Name and praise Him throughout 
eternity for being redeemed by the Blood. 

She also spoke of how God had told us to go out 


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into the highways and byways and compel them to 
come in that His house might be full, and that God 
had said the drunkard and the harlot would enter in 
to the kingdom of heaven before the moral men. If 
the moral and the rich do not want salvation, there 
are hungry hearts everywhere with outstretched hands 
and pleading faces, crying, “Come help me!” 

As Sister Storey closed, she said she wanted to 
thank all the members of the congregation there who 
had wept and prayed, and given for the note. She said 
that it was a jubilee indeed, not only in the Home, 
but in our hearts, and that she wanted the whole 
“Great Revivalist Family” to praise God with us, and 
give Him all the glory. 

While the mortgage was burning, it seemed that 
almost every one in the whole congregation was sob- 
bing or praising God; one united volume of thanks- 
giving and adoration to Him who had redeemed us and 
made us heirs to Himself forever. 

Brother Standley then asked Mother Duff to say a 
few words. Dear Mother Duff, how we thank God for 
her! One of God’s chosen, a real mother to every sin- 
sick, weary, tired, worn girl that comes into that 
Home; never too busy, never too tired in any hour of 
the day or night to advise and counsel and tenderly 
win, and point them to Jesus, and then rejoice at 
seeing them saved and sanctified. She spoke as 
, follows: 

She said she wanted to thank God first of all that 


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the mortgage was off of her own soul. Down in her 
Virginia home she had plans of her own and wanted 
to have her way about things, but God broke them up. 
She did not know that she could find peace and rest 
in Him, but He had changed her life, saved and sancti- 
fied her, and called her to this work, was blessing her 
in it, and she praised God for His wonderful salva- 
tion. 

She said some few weeks ago, they were so anxious 
to clean up the house, and the girls scrubbed and 
cleaned and worked, but the wall paper was torn and 
soiled, the wood work had the paint rubbed off in a 
great many places, and scrub as they would, which 
they did until some had the skin off their knuckles, 
yet, it did not look very inviting. But the girls were so 
glad that God was touching the hearts of His children 
to send in the money to meet the payment, and that the 
Home was going to be free, sanctified wholly unto God, 
they would have done anything to have fixed it for 
Him, There were handles off the doors, keys lost, 
locks broken, window cords broken, things needed a 
general repairing. But just like God always does, He 
touched the heart of a brother who was to have a 
twelve days’ vacation during the year, to ask for it be- 
ginning the first of May. God heard and answered, 
touched the hearts of his employers to let him off at 
that time, and instead of taking a rest away in the 
country, he with his wife came down to the Home, don- 


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ned their old working clothes and began fixing up 
things. 

Julia’s room was transformed. The wood work was 
repainted a pure white, light wall paper put on, and 
every thing made to shine. Then they took the parlor, 
the wall paper, old, cracked and soiled, the wood work 
blackened and scratched, was transformed; a delicate 
cream paper put on the wall, the wood work repainted 
white, the chandelier bronzed, and all so changed that 
it doesn’t look like the same parlor. And still they are 
at work. The wife stands on the ladder and holds the 
paper while her husband puts it on; and not a cent of 
cost to the Home. They are giving their money and 
their work as a glad, free-will offering to Jesus, while 
a number of other friends are furnishing the paper for 
different rooms. 

But this was not all, the Brother who was doing this, 
put on the knobs, fixed up the window cords, and the 
other little things in good condition, and when he went 
on the outside, he would look at the house and say, 
“That looks bad; it would be so nice, if it could be 
painted all over.” He has not any great amount of 
money, but someway, as he would walk around the 
house and look at it, I just felt that it was on his heart 
to have it fixed up outside, also, and the first thing we 
knew, God was talking to them both. They went down 
town, purchased a light drab paint with brown trim- 
mings, and began on the outside at their own expense. 

Then Mother Duff told how we appreciated the pray- 


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ers, love, and cooperation of “God’s Revivalist family,” 
and how we thanked Him for laying it on their hearts 
to send in of their means. As she talked, the congrega- 
tion laughed and cried, shouted and sobbed. Every 
one enjoyed it, and praised God in their own way, and 
He was honored and magnified. 

Mother Duff also, told how God was opening up the 
outside work, and how she thanked Him for the pres- 
ious helpers He had given her, co-laborers in Jesus, 
and how they prayed and worked together. Then she 
told how some of the girls had thought that Sister 
Payne had a nice time going out so much, but recently 
she had been taking different ones with her, and when 
they came home, they had changed their minds. and 
you could hear them praying for Sister Payne. They 
did not know that Sister Payne walked and walked, 
wept and prayed often weary and worn, but without a 
thought of her own comfort, only that she might help 
some one to find Jesus, and that she might bring some 
girls into Hope Cottage. 

After Mother Duff spoke, the congregation sang wth 
streaming eyes and waving handkerchiefs, ‘Hallelujah 
I’m Redeemed.” But instead of stopping after the third 
verse, they sang the chorus over and over, aad the long- 
er they sang, the more God answered, and some got so 
happy they could not contain themselves, and shouted 
and praised God, while some sat and wept and others 
laughed. But in almost every heart, there was joy, and 
we somehow felt there was joy in Heaven. 


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Ah, in so many moyments and in so many places, 
the human gets in, and they get somebody in charge 
who gets the glory, but in “God’s Bible School,” we 
purpose that He shall have the glory. We are jealous 
that He shall, and we feel that He glorified Himself 
Sunday afternoon, and a little of His glory, He gave us 
in our hearts,'and made us feel that He was smiling 
on the work. : 

Then Sister Payne talked for a few minutes. She 
thanked God for the way in which He had called her 
to the work, and how He had led her and blessed her, 
and how He was so verifying His promises to her daily, 
keeping her in perfect peace and victory She also, 
praised Him for the prayers, love, and co-operation of 
His “Great Revivalist Family,” and for saving and 
sanctifying so many of the girls, and for giving them 
victory. She said she was encouraged and felt that 
God looked forward in the future, and He knew where 
hungry hearts and broken spirits were, and that He 
was going to send them there to find Jesus, and that 
she believed He was going to send out many of them 
to the uttermost parts of the carth to those who sit in 
darkness to proclaim the “giad tidings.” 

She praised Him for lifting the mortgage and for the 
way He heard and answered prayer. She said that 
while sometimes some of the girls go back into sin, 
yet God was saving and sanctifying so many that their 
hearts were encouraged to look up. 

When Sister Payne finished talking, Brother Stand- 


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ley again said a few words, thanking God that in an- 
swer to prayer, He had touched hearts and had given 
us the Home, and how wonderfully He was leading 
and giving victory on every line. There was never a 
time in the history of this work when God’s power and 
His hand was more manifestly upon it than at the 
present, the very Shekinah, the peace that passeth all 
understanding, rests in the halls and in the rooms. 

While he talked, the power of God rested upon him, 
until he felt like shouting and praising God, and sug- 
gested that we have a real Hallelujah march of vie- 
tory. Our God had heard and answered, and we had a 
right to shout and praise Him; and so amid shouts and 
praises, the beating of the drum, and blowing of cor- 
nets, and the singing of “Victory,” the girls leading, 
almost all of that large congregation, two by two, 
marched around the house and came out on the other 
side; down Young street to Ringgold, down Ringgold 
to Highland Ave., up Highland to Channing, and tp 
Channing back again to Young, and around up into 
the Bible School grounds. 

At the sound of the drum and cornets, the people ran 
from several blocks away. People in the windows, 
people on the side-walks, and they said all along the 
line, “What is this that has come to the Bible School?” 
and all along the line of march, the boys and girls 
would answer, “Our God has heard and answered us.” 
Thus, we were able to tell to the world that our God is 
a prayer hearing and a prayer answering God. 


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It only reminded us of that march we are going to 
take when we all walk up the golden streets with palms 
of victory; but someway, we do not feel that we can 
ever praise and adore Him any more on that Day, then 
we did, as we walked those streets. We feel like asking 
His whole “Revivalist Family,’ when they read what 
the Lord hath wrought, as one family and one band, to 
send up their voices in praise and adoration to God, 
for what He has done, for what He is doing, and for 
what we expect Him to do in the future. 

The meeting broke up with shouts and praises to 
God on “God’s Bible School grounds,” while others 
stayed over in the Home and sang and prayed. It was 
one of the most blessed days we have ever had on 
the “Mount of Blessings” up to the present time. God 
answered in every particular. It was precious the way 
He answered in sending in the means. We asked Him 
for the note, but He says when we are walking with 
Him that He will do “exceeding abundantly above all 
that we ask or think,” and He did, for instead of that 
amount, God sent in almost $4,600. The note was paid 
and the interest on the same, making a total of $1,- 
533.34, and aspreviously stated in God’s Revivalist $2,210 
will be applied towards the property note, due July 11th 
also we are compelled to make some repairs on the 
Rescue Home and one side wall must be rebuilt, at a 
cost of about $500. We are believnig God for the 
means to meet the whole amount that is due on His 


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Bible School property, and to then give us a ten days’ 
jubilee service. 

We want every one of you as members of “God’s 
Great Revivalist Family” to join with us in prayer. 
We are praying and believing. It is wonderful what 
God is doing for us these days. The God of Heaven is 
hearing and ansewring, giving peace and victory in 
our own souls, and victory in every department of the 
work, in the missions and the slums, in the Bible School 
and the Revivalist Office. Victory everywhere! There 
is no defeat. Through Him, we shall do valiantly; 
through Him, we shall overcome every obstacle; through 
Him, we shall go on conquering and to conquer ; through 
Him, we shall ride over the heads of our enemies, and 
we will praise Him and give Him all the glory. 

We feel like asking the whole “Revivalist Family” 
to join us in singing: 

“Let every kindred, every tribe, 
On this terrestrial ball; 


To Him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown Him Lord of all.” 


For He is worthy, He has gotten Him the victory by 
His own strong right arm. He has glorified His Name 
among His people, He has vindicated us, and He has 
the glory. 


PRAISE SERVICE AT HOPE COTTAGE. 
On Monday morning, May 7th, Brother Standley 
asked me to go over to “Hope Cottage” and take the 
testimonies of the girls, as they were going to have 


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a little praise service among themselves at morning 
worship. I did not know what a treat the Lord had 
in store for me, but went over and took my place 
quietly in an adjoining room with the door ajar, with- 
out their knowing I was there, so that there might 
be no restraint upon them. I am sure if the many 
members of “God’s Revivalist Family,” who have so 
nobly contributed to the support of “Hope Cottage” 
with their prayers, tears and means, could have been 
in my place that morning and heard what I heard, 
you would have been greatly blessed, and would have 
praised God as you never did before for these blessed 
havens of rest for weary, sin-sick souls, The Spirit 
of the Lord was upon the little meeting in a most 
blessed way, and the testimonies were given with deep 
emotion, the utterances of praise and thanksgiving 
being interspersed with sobs and tears that brought 
before me the blessed promise, “A broken and a con- 
trite spirit, O, God, thou wilt not despise.” 

The first voice I heard was Mother Dufi’s, who led 
the way by giving her own testimony, a part of which 
was as follows: 

“TY praise the Lord this morning for His goodness 
and mercy, and the wonderful way He leads me. 
When I see people hesitate about surrendering wholly 
to the Lord I think, Oh, they do not know what they 
are missing. If I could only say something that would 
open their eyes: if I could only get them to see how 
good the Lord is. Our souls are never satisfied until 


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the Lord satisfies them. When we miss something 
around the house we search until we find it. When we 
are away from God we have lost His spirit out of 
our hearts, that is what is the matter with us, and 
we can never be truly happy until we come back 
to Him. Some people seem to be happy, they have 
fine houses and fine turnouts and fine clothes, and they 
seem to have a good time, but away down in their 
hearts there is something that is unsatisfied, and they 
will never be happy until they get the Spirit of God 
in their hearts. I praise the Lord that He can satisfy 
the longing soul. I just feel sometimes like praying 
to the Lord to make folks hungry. I got so hungry 
that it seemed just like I was starving sometimes, 
and I could truly say, “As the hart panteth after the 
water brook, so panteth my soul after thee, O, God.” 
Before I knew anything about this sanctified life 
I used to imagine a happy life, and what a relief it 
would be to have no pride in the heart, no striving for 
social position, or money or fine clothes or any of these 
things that the world is running after. I imagined 
a little humble home somewhere where I would be 
free from all these things. I did not know much 
about God, but He was trying to teach me, and 
I am glad that the life I was longing for the Lord 
has made real to me; it was the sanctified life I was 
hungry for, but I did not understand it then. The 
Lord has delivered me and set me completely free 
from these worldly things, and He will do it for every 


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one of you. Suppose you were going out to do general 
housework. You would not want a lot of lace and 
finery and shoddy silk to do service in. That is the 
way with us when we go into the Lord’s service. We 
are going to be His servants. He wants us to be neat 
and tasty and have suitable clothing, but He does 
not want us to look like the world and have a lot of 
dowdy things. I just praise the Lord that if we are 
willing to give up to Him we will not want these 
things. I praise Him for salvation. Now let us hear 
from others. “Let the redeemed of the Lord say so.” 

“T feel like praising the Lord this morning that He 
has picked me up out of sin and saved my soul, and 
set my feet on the solid rock. God saved me two 
years ago the 17th day of May, and I have been in this 
way ever since. I have not had a thought of going 
back. When souls have once been saved I wonder 
what they can see in sin to go back to. Praise God 
for real salvation in my heart. I sought sanctifica- 
tion and thought I had it, but the 20th day of last 
July, praise God I settled it forever. I am glad that 
when I am away from the Home and do not have 
Mother Duff or Sister Payne or Sister West, I have 
the Lord. I know God’s promise is true. “That soul 
though all hell should endeavor to shake, I’ll never, 
no never no never forsake.” He gave me that promise 
one day when I was out at work, and when the air 
seemed thick with devils. I expect to go on with 
Jesus. Some day I will mount up on wings and go with 


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Him to live forever. I feel like I cannot praise Him 
enough for what He has done for me.”—Della. 


“T have so much to praise God for, more than any- 
body else it seems. I thank God for something real 
in my heart. It is growing brighter outside these 

_ days, and it is growing brighter in my soul. I thank 
God this morning that He ever saved me from such 
awful sin. I just thank God that five months ago 
He picked me up out of the dirt and showed me the 
light. I did not know at first what it was to carry 
burdens like Mother Duff and Sister Payne do, and 
I wondered how they could pour out their bearts for 
other souls, but thank God, I know how to do it now. 
At the opening of the Convention the “old man” died 
and I saw Jesus, and I expect to meet Him face to 
face some day. I thought yesterday when we were 
having the jubilee, and there was a jubilee in my 
heart, what will it be when we get up there? O glory 
to God this morning for full salvation, for free salva- 
tion. I am going all the way. I praise Him for lift- 
ing the mortgage off the Home, and I praise Him for 
lifting the mortgage off my heart and sanctifying me. 
I praise Him for the Rescue Home. I love the Home. 
Little trials and tests come up, but I look up to God 
and say. ‘Your grace is sufficient.’ Yesterday when 
Mother Duff told us Brother Standley might call on 
us to speak in the Tabernacle, my heart shook, and I 
‘went up in the attic and got down on my face and 


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said, ‘Lord, I promised You I would go all the way; 
this is not going all the way if I hesitate to testify when 
You want me to,’ then I felt ready to testify if I was 
called on. I am saved, sanctified and going to serve 
God.”—Mary. 


“TI feel like I have a whole lot to praise God for. 
He took away my sin. A year ago I had backslidden 
and was going down into the very lowest of sin. Two 
weeks before I came to the Home I was under the in- 
fluence of drink and going down town with a quart of 
whiskey under my arm. O why won’t people leave sin 
when they know it is dragging them down to the low- 
est depths of hell! God help us to get more established 
in Him. I praise God I know He saves me now. He 
sanctified me four weeks ago last night and I am doing 
the best I can, and I know He is going to teach me. 
I love to pray and I love to praise Him, and some day I 
will meet Him face to face. He is preparing me to go 
out from this Home and be true to Him. I am 80 

glad I confessed before God and before people. There 
“are some things that almost broke my heart to confess, 
but I did it and I am going all the way with God. I 
love to do His will.”—Rose. 


“T praise the Lord this morning that He ever saved 
me. When He picked me up out of sin I did not know 
anything about God, but bless God He saved me from 
tobacco, and cocaine and whiskey, but there is one 


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thing mere I want and that is to be sanctified. I want 
to be free from inbred sin. I used to be untrue. | 
used to tell lies to my J.usband. I am saved and I want 
to be sanctified.”—Sarah. 

“T thank God for bringing Sarah here. She forgot 
to sign her name to the letter and I came near putting 
it in the waste basket, but I read it over and said, ‘there 
is a hungry heart,’ then I found the number on it and 


just addressed my letter to ‘The girl that wants to - 


come to the Rescue Home,’ with the postoffice and num- 
ber, and she got it all right.”—Mother Duff. 


“YT am glad this morning for what the Lord has done 
in my heart. I am so glad He ever brought me to Hope 
Cottage, that He ever picked me up out of sin. I had 
a father that loved Jesus, and I believe it was through 
his prayers that I am saved. I am so sorry that I ever 
backslid. I want you all to pray for me that the Lord 
will really sanctify my soul because I know He can do 
it. I feel so thankful to the Lord for what He has done 
for me, and I just feel determined to go all the way 
with Him. I have repented of everything but | feel 
pride in my heart, and I want inbred sin taken out. 
I just praise Him for the burning of the mortgage, and 
that the devil’s mortgage is taken off of my soul. I _ 
am so glad the Lord has showed me I could not make 
my own plans. When Brother Standley asked them 
to shake hands yesterday in the meeting and testify to 
each other I was glad I could say I was saved.”—Belle. 


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“T praise the Lord for what He has done for me. 
T have only been here three weeks today, but it has been 
the happiest three weeks of my life. I was on the road 
to hell and destruction, but praise the Lord for the day 
I came to “Hope Cottage.” I am on the right road, 
and I want the girls all to pray jor me. I hope the Lord 
will keep me true whether I am outside of the Home 
or inside. I do not want to cause Mother Duff one 
minute of trouble. I praise the Lord for bringing me 
here. I am on the right road and mean to go on.”— 
Dora. 


The next testimony was given by a woman whose 
hair is plentifully sprinkled with gray, and whom they 
call “grandma.” She had been a slave to drink, and 
a few weeks ago when the weather was quite cold, and 
she was under the influence of liquor, some of her 
relatives threw her out of doors, and poured buckets 
of cold water over her. Some of the Bible School boys 
found her lying in the street, all bruised up, and shiver- 
ing with the cold. They got a carriage and brought 
her to the Home, with the muddy water dripping from 
her clothes, as wet as if she.had been dipped in the 
Ohio River. She professed to be saved while at the 
Home, but was overcome by the craving of liquor and 
slipped off one morning. In a few days God brought 
her back and she asked His forgiveness and also Mother 
Duff’s, and the Lord saved her. She testified that the 
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she was for the Home and for Mother Duff and for all 
that has been done for her. 

“I want to praise the Lord this morning that He 
sent me to Hope Cottage, and saved my soul. All my 
sins are blotted out. Jesus is dearer to me than any 
earthly friend. I am on the altar for sacrifice or service. 
He has taken all desire for sin out of my heart. I have 
had enough of the world; I got really sick of it; I am 
going all the way with Jesus. The devil has no claim 
on me at all.”—Edna. 


“Praise the Lord I am saved and sanctified. I am 
going all the way with Him.”—Esther. 


There were a few other testimonies that I could not 
hear very well, but could only catch a few words now 
and then, One was from a dear young orphan girl 
who was blessedly saved at the Tabernacle last night. 
She told how she poured out her heart to God and He 
saved her and she had been so happy ever since. We 
saw the light come into her face when the work was 
done. Praise the Lord! 


Mother Duff’s gentle counsels. and kindly admoni- 
tions were sandwiched in between the testimonies, 
and at this juncture she told the girls about the stenog- 
rapher being in the next room, who had taken their 
testimonies, and said, “We will now invite her in.” 
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blessed in telling how much she had enjoyed the meet- 
ing and how much she loved Jesus and we had a real 
hallelujah time of crying and rejoicing together, and 
God and Heaven and the angels seemed so near. It 
seemed as though the girls could not get through testi- 
fying, and Dora sat with the tears streaming down her 
cheeks and said last night she could not sleep until 
3 o'clock for joy, and the words that kept ringing 
through her soul were “Hallelujah I’m redeemed.” 

Another was all broken up, wept much and prayed 
for forgiveness, and said she was going to trust Jesus. 
She had been an actress and was almost a physical 
wreck from the use of morphine, came very near dying 
in one of the hospitals, and attempted to take her life 
three times. She has been brought through much sor- 
row and has not fully learned how to trust the future 
in God’s hands. Pray for her. We believe she 1s zoiug 
to go through with the Lord. 

We then went to Julia’s room. The members of 
“God’s Revivalist Family’ know who Julia is,—the 
Hope Cottage invalid. It is always an inspiration 
to go to her room. Found her confined to her bed, but 
happy and trustful. The room looked very inviting 
with its new dress of paint and paper and fresh draper- 
ies. We began to read the mottoes on the wall, and 
found many cheering messages, such as, “When Ile 
giveth quietness, who then can make trouble?” “The 
Lord is thy keeper ;” “By faith ye stand ;” “Kept by the 
power of God ;” “Ask and it shall be given you.” Julia 


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called my attention to the one at the end of 
the bed and said, “That is what I am doing,” and we 
read “Rest in the Lord” She began ai once to talz 
about the Scripture, and said when she felt tempted 
to be despondent she would repeat Cod’s promises, and 
that some days she has committed tomemory as many 
as fifteen verses so as to repeat them correctly and 
give the references. She then repeated from the 10th 
to the 18th verses of the 6th chapter of Eph., beginning 
“Finally brethren be strong in the Lord and in the 
power of His might.” She also repeated seyen verses 
from the third chapter of Col., and gave Psa., 66:20 as 
a verse of special comfort to her. It is, “Blessed be 
God, who hath not turned away my prayer nor His 
mercy from me.” Julia used to feel like the Lord was 
going to take her to Heaven and exulted in the thought, 
but now she believes He is going to raise her up to 
preach His word and work for Him, and she is getting 
well stored with the precious Word. We could not tar- 
ry long, but came away feeling refreshed and blessed 
and encouraged to press on for God and souls. 


CHAPTER V. 
‘Faith Honored, 


“Delight thyself also in the Lord; and He shall give thee 
the desires of thine heart.’”—Ps. 37: 4. 


Minerva came to Hope Cottage, Sept. 27, 1903, with 
a little girl two and one-half years old. 

When she got into trouble the first time she hoped 
by an exemplary life to succeed in living it down; she 
got a place to work in a private family and lived 
very quietly, cut off from all social life, her whole 
heart wrapped up in the little girl, Lillian. 

Eventually she grew restless under the social ostra- 
cism and having met a man who professed to love her, 
she trusted him and was led astray the second time. 
Then she felt there was no hope for her; no one, not 
even God would forgive the second offense; she hoped 
to live down the first because it was the first but now all 
hope was gone. She felt that her people must not 
know for they would not forgive; there seemed to be 
nothing for her but to give her baby away and take the 
little girl and bury herself and it among strangers. 
She felt that she could not part with both children. 
Thank God! His thoughts are above our thoughts and 
He had a better plan for her. 

Minerva waited on Him and found that He was fuli 
of tender mercy and loving-kindness and would for- 

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give even her if she would come to Him in the right 
way ; as soon as she learned how, she did this and trust- 
ed the Blood to cover her sin. Then she began looking 
on the bright side, for though she realized that she 
might never be restored to the confidence of her loved 
ones nor be able to command the respect of the world. 
yet she could be a child of God and walk before Him 
with a perfect heart; so she just turned over the tan- 
gled skein of her life to Him and left it, and He began 
to work. Bless His dear name! 

She could not leave a little helpless baby on the 
cold mercies of the world because the mother-love bad 
come into her heart; and she must nurse it until the 
proper time to take it from the breast; and before that 
time came she loved little Paul too much to part with 
him and no one who knew him could blame her. 

Then she heard the promise that God would give 
her the desire of her heart, and the desire of her 
heart next to pleasing Him was that she might be able 
to keep both of her children. Different offcrs came 
from people who wished to adopt Lillian and raise 
her as their own; and we would talk with Minerva 
about it, but she always broke down and cried and 
hoped that the Lord would enable her to keep them, 
saying she did not care how hard she had to work just 
so she could keep the children. Then there came a 
letter asking for a boy baby. The folks would educate 
him, as they wanted to raise him for the Lord, and we 
thought that might be just the thing for Paul, but the 


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mother said, “I hope to raise him for the Lord and I 
believe He will help me, I do not see how I can ever 
give him up,” and the big tears began to roll down her ~ 
cheeks. 

Finally we quit saying anything about Minerva’s giv- 
ing up the children and she stayed with us about 
thirteen months; she was neyer any burden in the 
Home; was always busy, but so gentle and quiet, never 
making a disturbance in any way. 

There never came any stories that Minerva did “so 
and so.” JI remember one time when we had to reprove 
cne of the girls for some misdemeanor, she said, “Well, 
all the girls do it,” and we enquired, “Does Minerva?” 
“Oh no, of course, Minerva does not.” Minerva was 
iooked up to as the mother in the nursery and the 
other mothers said, “We do not know what we shall 
do now that Minerva is going, we all thought we 
had to mind her.” 

It was some time before Minerva got sanctified; she 
hesitated about trusting the children to the great lov- 
ing heart of God. How the Lord must pity us in 
our little narrow conception of His goodness! She was 
afraid He would take the little darlings away from her, 
so she had to learn the lesson of saying, “Thy will 
be done.” 

Just as soon as she had learned this lesson 
the Lord opened up a beautiful home for her with her 
two children. The Lord works in such a natural way. 
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say we had a blessedly saved girl with two children 
who was handy and knew how to do all kinds of work, 
but the two children always stood in the way. 

Last fall when the Bible School opened, two sisters 
came from a beautiful country home in the state of 
New York. The family had grown up, some were 
married, some gone into business, and some away from 
home at school, so the father and mother in the old 
home needed some one to keep house for them. The 
two girls had seen Minerva Sunday after Sunday in 
the meetings at “God’s Tabernacle” and had been at- 
tracted by her bright face and neat appearance and 
none the less by the sweet little children; Paul by this 
time was in short dresses and just as dainty as he 
could be. I will have to stop right here and tell you 
about His picture. Just a few days before he was to 
go away, brother John Knapp brought his kodak over 
and we took Paul out in the yard and threw a rug 
down for him and got a snap-shot. 

When Minerva would leave her room to go about 
her work she would close the door and leave him to 
play on the floor, and when any of us opened the door, 
his face would brighten up like a sunbeam and he 
would put his little hands down and look up to get 
the direction and would never stop until he had reached 
our feet; then he would be so close he could not 
look up and see us and he would coo in a sweet prat- 
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cry, but laughed as much as to say, “I know you will 
take me up.” Why cannot we have the faith of a little 
child and come to the feet of Jesus with smiles in- 
stead of tears, saying, “Jesus, I know you will take me, 
for You promised.” 

To return +o my narrative, the girls wrote to their 
parents and told them about Minerva*and the chil- 
dren, and they said, “Yes, send them on, we are 
lonely any way.” We wept over the necessary parting, 
but thanked the dear Lord through our tears, got them 
ready, and bade them God-speed to their new home. 

Judging from the letters we get, God’s blessing rests 
upon them; it is a home with a sanctified father and 
mother and a family altar. There is a great orchard 
full of fruit. (We had a sample of it last Thanksgiving, 
and Minerva said, “We must put in sweet apples, be- » 
cause Mother likes sweet apples.” They were fine.) 
Paul and Lillian helped in the apple picking; Paul’s 
work being to sit in a big apple basket and laugh and 
clap his hands and have a good time. : 

When I think of the cows, the chickens and all 
the home comforts, it makes me almost hungry for-a 
little taste of country life again. Sister Payne and I 
went down to the workshop of “God’s Bible School,” 
a few days ago to look for some pieces that could 
be used for quilting-frames. We went through the 
stable on our way, and just the smell of the hay took 
cur minds back to romps in the large mow, as we 


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hunted for the nests hid away in lone nooks out of 
sight and how we would stop to pet the patient old 
- family horse as he reached up his head for another 
mouthful; and we are glad that these children, as these 
lines are written are being raised up in the pure atmos- 
phere of the country. 

Minerva expected the Lord to provide a home for 
them and I imagine I hear Him say, “O woman, great 
is thy faith, be it done unto thee even as thou wilt.” 

The following is.a personal letter from Minerva: 
Dear Mother Duff: 

I have been waiting and waiting for a letter from 
you all, but as I have a chance to write to you today 
I won’t wait any longer. I know how busy you all 
are. I get really homesick sometimes for the good meet- 
ings. Mr. and Mrs. Wood are away today, and they 
told me if I didn’t do anything else to take care of the 
children, but I got my work all done, praise the Lord. 
I would like to hear from Orpha. If you have an old 
letter will you send it to me? I read in the Reyivilist 
that there was just one more payment to be made on 
the Home. I send $1.00; it will help a little. 

And Mother, this watch-guard I intended to send you 
Christmas, but couldn’t get it, so I will send it now. 
I will never forget Hope Cottage. I am still trusting 
in the Lord. I know His way is best. How I would 
love to see you all. Give my love to all the girls at 
home; they are my sisters, the Lord bless them. Give 
my love to Sr. Payne and Sr. West and Sister Madge; 


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tell Sr. Madge to write to me. Lillian can say John 
3:16 as well as I can, and has learned two or three 
other verses, and talks most every day about going 
to Mother Duff’s. I read “A Midnight Experience 
in H. C.,” and it seemed just like I had had a letter 
from you or heard you talk. The Lord is so good to 
me and the children, He gives us everything we need, 
bless His name. Good-bye, and God bless you all. 
Lovingly, Minerva. 


LILLIAN. 


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REACH AND TAKE. 


A white-faced wreck upon the bed she lay, 
And reaped the whirlwind of her yesterday. 
Before her rose the record of the past, 

And sin’s dark wages all were due at last. 


A gentle messenger of peace was there, 

Who kissed her brow and smoothed her tangled hair; 
And, in the tend’rest accents, teld of One 

Who died for her—God’s well-beloved Son. 


“No power could ransom such as me,” she cried, 
“No cleansing stream my crimson sins could hide. 
For souls like yours there may be pardon free; 
The Son of God would never stoop to me.” 


“I bring a gift of love,” the listener sald, 

“This dewy rose of richest, deepest red. 

Will you not take it? Have you not the power?” 

The trembling fingers reached and grasped the flower. 


“My sister,” said the giver, “just as I 

Held out to you that rese of scarlet dye 

God offers you salvation from above, 

Through Jesus’ precious Blood—His gift of love 


“Reach out and take it without doubt or fear.” 
“Is it so simple?” sobbed the girl. “So near?” 
“Ay, nearer to you than myself He stands, 
Eternal life within His pierced hands.” 


“So simple, Lord?” she meaned. “Nothing to do, 
But reach and take eternal life from You? 

I take it, Lord!” And, lo, the dying eyes 

Were radiant with the light of Paradise! 


O, death triumphant! Victory complete! 

To-day she worships at her Savior’s feet 

Lost one, God offers you for Jesus’ sake ; 

Eternal life. Will you not reach and take?—Selected, 


CHAPTER VIL 


Station House Scenes. 


“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is 
eternal life, through Jesus Christ our Lord.”—Rom. 6: 23. 


Coming to the last cell we saw five young women. 
Glancing at them our eyes were attracted to one lean- 
ing against the bars. Her face was dropped low in 
her hands and partly hid by her soft, black hair, and 
with her wine-colored silk dress she looked strangely 
out of place. As we came closer she raised her face 
and looked for about one moment directly into our 
eyes. No word was spoken. Suddenly, like a flash, she 
threw up her hands as if to shut out the past, and with 
a half sob, half wail, said, “Oh, I was once pure and 
clean like you!” She covered her face with her hands. 
The past was before her. Rocking back and forth, and 
sobbing, she told her story. Ah, what scenes, what 
terrible heartaches God looks down upon! 

She lived, until five years ago, with her father and 
mother in a little town near Cincinnati. A pure, inno- 
cent girl, she gave her heart, her life into the keeping 
of one “who promised to cherish and protect.” But 
soon after the wedding day passed she began to realize 
that her beautiful dream was vanishing. Her husband 
became meaner and meaner. Blows, curses, depriva- 


tions, and misunderstandings became her daily life. 
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Finally, goaded to despair, three years ago she got a 
divorce from him. It was then, in the hour of her 
awful trial, the enemy assailed. Some women pro- 
fessed friendship and gaye advice. She listened, heed- 
ed, and one day opened the house where sin has since 
held full sway. Here she sat today in prison with five 
girls who were inmates. In the morning a quarrel 
had arisen, and the porter and one of the girls were 
shot, he so badly he cannot recover, but she not so 
seriously. 

Raising her hand, she said: “You see that girl” 
(pointing to a tall, black-haired one) ; “she had a beau- 
tiful home in this city. Her father is respected; but 
her mother died years ago, and here she is with me.” 
Pointing to another she said: “She has only been in 
sin two months. Oh, if I had never led her on!” Then 
came that intense pleading: “Pray for me, pray for 
me. I was once saved; once a Sunday school teacher. 
I know the way. Oh, I long to be pure again.” Asking 
if we could pray right there, the whole crowd kneeled, 
and such sobbing! The fountains of their hearts were 
broken up. The girl whose home was in this city was 
near the front when we began praying, but she arose 
and noiselessly stole to the back of the room, and, 
kneeling, pressed her face convulsively against the bare 
floor. Oh, the pictures before those girls’ eyes! Who 
knows but mother, father, sister, brother came before 
them, pleading, oh, so lovingly, so gently, for God, for 
home, for purity? When we arose from our knees the 


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keeper of the house promised faithfully to give up her 
life, to begin anew, to make the girls leave her; and 
they promised to go to their homes. Asking another if 
she purposed leaving that kind of life, she said, “Just 
as soon as I can pay my debt I will go home.” Instant- 
ly the keeper turned to her, and, calling her by name, 
said: “You owe me no debt. I forgive everything. 
If you will go with these sisters now I shall be glad.” 

Asking her if the life was what she thought it would 
be when she went into it, she pressed her hands so 
wearily on her head, and said: “If anyone desires to 
know sorrows, burdens, weariness and cares too heavy 
to bear, let that one go into sin. Ah! no, no; I have 
had no rest of soul or body; afraid to shut my eyes for 
fear of trouble; afraid night and day.” 

She pleaded with us to go to see the porter dying 
without Christ in the hospital. He could have saved 
his life if he had run, but he gave it to save that of the 
girl. 


THE “BLOOD” WAS HER ONLY PLEA. 

On a cold Sunday in the early part of winter, we 
went to the House of Detention, as was our custom and 
told the “story of the Gospel” to the women behind the 
bars, prayed with them and tried to point them to 
Jesus. 

We asked some of them to come to the Home but 
' there was one that we did not invite. She was so old 
and had been in sin so long, and had been a Catholio 


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all her life. She had kept a little market stall, but 
the few pennies she made were spent for drink and 
there was nothing left to buy clothes so she was very 
thinly clad; standing in the cold on the streets she 


_ would soon become chilled and depended on drink to 


keep her warm, so the next thing she would be drunk 
on the street, picked up by a policeman, taken to the 
House of Detention, and from Police Court sent to 
the Work House; that was her life. 

When the officers of the Police Court heard that Loft- 
is was at Hope Cottage they had a good laugh over it; 
she seemed such a hopeless case. Her face was so dis- 
figured from fighting that if you saw Loftis once you 
would never forget her. Now, do you wonder that our - 
faith that day did not reach out for her? We thought 
that of course she would go to the Work House, and 
we told her that when she got out again we would give 
her a warm wrap instead of the littie thin shaw] she 
was wearing. She told us where her stall was and Or- 
pha told her that she would go aud see her there, but 
in her work in the slums she never saw Loftis any more 
until one cold night in January she came uninvited and 
knocked at the door of Hope Cottage. 

She was cold, and sick, and tired. Our beds were all 
full and cots had been put in the hall and they were 
all taken and as there was no more room in the upper 
hall, we made her a bed down on the floor, in the lower 
hall, and every morning she thanked the Lord for her 
good bed and breakfast. 


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The first morning in prayer service she prayed to God 
to forgive her sins and she was seen praying so much, 
that one of the young girls in the Home said, “Mother, 
I believe those are Catholic prayers Loftis is saying.” 
“Well,” I said, “the Lord sees her hungry heart and she 
wants to be saved, and I believe some of her prayers 
are going to get through.” She was able to go over 
to the Tabernacle service on Sunday and went to the 
altar and claimed pardon through the Blood and seem- 
ed to be satisfied from that time that Jesus had for- 
given her. 

She was in a few days confined to her bed. She had 
been bitter in her heart toward those from whom she 
had received harsh treatment but after she was saved 
she said she forgave everybody. She gradually grew 
worse and we sent her to Christ’s Hospital where she 
had every attention, and testified up to the last that 
she was saved, and never asked for a priest to anoint 
her for death, but said that she was ready and trusting 
in Jesus. 

One Sunday afternoon when we were at the House 
of Detention we had a telephone message that Loftis 
was dying; when we reached her bedside she seemed 
so far gone that I did not know whether to speak to 
her or not, but took hold of her hand and she opened 
her eyes and said, “Oh, it’s Mother!” I said, “Loftis, 
you are very sick.” She said, “Yes, but I am ready; 
it is all right.’ When I started she said, “Give the 
girls my love and tell them I am going home today or 


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tomorrow.” I thought her mind might be wandering 
and I said, “Are you coming back to Hope Cottage?” 
She shook her head, looked and pointed upward, and 
said, “Up yonder.” And she went early on the mor- 
row. I thought if Jesus could receive poor Lofiis 
after the life that she had lived and take her to Heaven, 
our faith ought never to stagger at anything. Surely 
“the Blood” was her only plea. 


CHAPTER VIL 
The First Baby in Hope Cottage. 


“Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you.— 
APE IOs 2. 

One wet, gloomy day in August, there came a very 
helpless little party of three to Hope Cottage. They 
were Germans; the first one to attract my attention 
was the mother, very old and feeble, her form stooped 
with the burdens of many years. There was an air of 
refinement about her as though she had seen better 
days. (We afterward learned that she was well educat- 
ed in her own language though she could not speak a 
word of English.) The clinging grasp of the hand, 
the tremor of the voice, the tear stained cheek, and 
the appeal for help in the very expression of her coun- 
tenance all told the story of great need. By her side 
stood a pale, thin, delicate girl, with pinched features 
holding a wee baby in her arms. 

The story was a very pathetic one; the mother at 
one time had a very comfortable little home in her 
native land, but sickness, death, and reverses of for- 
tune had swept it away and had landed them in this 
country almost penniless. The mother, though old 
could do nice bits of sewing, such as darning fine 
lace, mending delicate fabrics and darning the house 
linen, and some plain sewing, and often got that kind 

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of work to do among the wealthy class. But as time 
wore on her eyes became more dim and her hand less 
steady, and the income began gradually to fall off. The 
daughter had been taught manicuring in the hope that 
she might be able to earn a livelihood, but she was not 
able to have an office and no one would go to their 
dark, stuffy little room in the tenement house. She 
was not sufficiently well dressed to obtain an en- 
trance into the houses of those who patronized mani- 
curers. Poor Eva presented a very nice personal ap- 
pearance when properly dressed; was of pleasant ad- 
dress and could sing very nicely and play the guitar; 
but she was one of those unfortunate ones, who never 
seem able to get along in the world. Poor helpless 
Eya’s very helplessness appealed to us and we learned 
to love her very dearly. 

She had never been free long enough from the care 
and burden of wondering where the next meal was 
coming from, and how the rent was to be paid, and 
how they were to keep the wolf from the door, to have 
any real pleasure in life. 

In this continuous strain to make both ends meet, 
the crisis came when the mother was taken sick; the 
last family relic which had escaped every former “hard 
time,” was sacrificed now, and before the crisis was 
over, poor Eva had sold her virtue. Is it any wonder? 

Agur prayed that he might not be so rich that he 
would have the temptations of the rich, nor so poor 
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We drop the curtain over the period that intervened, 
save that ’twas said that she had not had sufficient 
nourishment during this time, hence her weak and 
emaciated condition. The mother’s request as_ it 
was translated to us—for Eva spoke English fairly 
well—was, that she might obtain food and shelter for 
the daughter and little one. When she learned that her 
request was granted, it seemed that there were not ave- 
nues of expression enough open to her to enable her to 
manifest her gratitude. She rose to her feet and bow- 
ed very low.many times, covering our hands with kisses 
and wetting them with her tears. Eva had found a 
place of rest, where she need not go hungry to bed 
any more. Now she must be taught to come to Jesus 
that she might find rest from the burden of sin and eat 
of the Bread of Life of which Jesus said, “If we eat — 
we shall hunger no more.” Hallelujah! 

Her temporal distress had been so great that it was 
difficult to arouse any deep interest in eternal things; 
but when she heard that Jesus said, “Seek ye first the 
kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these 
things shall be added unto you,” I fear she was almost 
tempted to follow Jesus for the loaves and fishes at 
the first. In time she realized her lost condition, and 
sought and found Him in the forgiveness of her sins 
and seemed to be really happy in the new-found Friend, 
who could supply every need for spirit, soul, and body; 
she had real faith and trusted Jesus and almost every 
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Jesus to take care of “mudder’” and baby. We were 
enabled through some money in the poor fund to see 
that her mother did not suffer while Eva was with us. 

With peace and rest of soul, nourishing food for the 
body and comparative freedom from care, Eva im- 
proved rapidly, and when the time came that she 
thought she ought to go back and help her mother, she 
went courageously to battle with the world again, say- 
ing, “People will be more good to me now, they be sorry 
for the little baby.” Our hearts ached, as we thought, 
“Poor Eva, you do not know the world yet, they will 
be all the harder on you on account of the baby.” 

We trusted the Lord for her, but did not know how 
He would help her. Bless His near Name, He knew just 
how. There was a German farmer who needed a wife, 
and like Isaac of old, he wanted one from among his 
own people, so the Lord had a Rebecca at the -well. 
When Eva told us of her new hopes her countenance 
lighted up and we suspected that a vision of plenty, 
stronger perhaps than that of a happy fireside had 
flitted through her brain. Imagine Eva milking her 
own cows and Jenny Lind drinking warm milk with 
the foam still fresh on the top of the cup. (He owned 
a neat little farm of 40 acres.) Think of her going to 
the garden and gathering vegetables in abundance, or 
coming from the orchard with a basket full of apples 
and gathering fresh eggs for breakfast. 

One day in happy anticipation of the future, she 
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will have a husband for myself, a home for my mudder 
and a fadder for my baby.” We told her she must not 
be selfish even in her happy anticipations, but must 
also think about what she could do to make a happy 
home. 

To make a long story short, Eva got married and it 
was not very jong till money was sent for her mother 
to come, and Eva’s hopes were realized; she had a | 
husband for herself, a home for her mother and a 
father for her baby. That was the way Jesus provided 
for Eva. “Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also 
in Him, and He shall bring it to pass.” 


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HASTE TO THE RESCUE. 


Out on the mountains wild, 
Lost ones are straying, 
Far from the fold of the Shepherd so kind; 
Dangers surround them now, 
Storms fierce are coming, 
Forth to the rescue, the lost ones find. 


“Far in the land of sin— 
Far they are going— 
Down to the gulf of the bad and the lest; 
Gathers the darkness now, 
Death sure is coming 
Forth to the rescue and count not the cost. 


Hear you the mothers call— 
Dear ones are missing, 
Think of the woes that their hearts ever bear; 
Demons deride us now, 
Souls, they are groping, 
Quick to the rescue, all dangers to dare. 


Oh, if they roaming far, 
Come back no never, 
How can you meet with your Lord in that day? 
Chances to save them now, 
Love vast Is giving 
Forth to the rescue no longer delay. 


Know you, Oh, brother, dear, 
Each soul so precious 
Jewels shall shine in your crown of delight, 
Angels entreat you now, 
Time fast is passing, 
Forth to the rescue for lo! comes the night. 
Selected, 


CHAPTER VIII. 
How the Cords Were Cut. 


“He hath sent me . . . to proclaim liberty to the cap- 
tives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.”— 
Isa. 61:1. 


Sarah is the daughter of German parents, who had 
a dairy farm, and she drove the milk wagon into the 
city every day, getting up at three o’clock in the morn- 
ing to get everything ready. She married at twenty-two 
and after a few years separated from her husband ; then 
she commenced to drink and from that went into sin. 
She was several years in a sporting house, thus her 
body was wrecked and she became an invalid. 

She came to the Home about two years ago and gave 
her heart to God; but is such a sufferer (cannot get 
faith for healing) she longs to go home to Heaven. 
She is very industrious and cannot keep still when able 
to be up at all. She has been our head cook when she 
was able to be in the kitchen and is always kind to the 
sick, and looks after the little babies, and knows just 
what to do for them. She is never more happy than 
when she can get time to go up to her room a little 
while and have a word of prayer. She is very patient 
in her suffering. She never claimed sanctification un- 
til a few months ago, when we were all surprised to 
see Sarah go up to the altar one evening and pray very 

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demonstratively. She had always been so nice and 
quiet, and with her everything must be just so. 

She reminded me of my first bed of verbenas. I drove 
down stakes and tied them all up straight and nice, 
“just so,” but they did not seem to do much good; I got 
discouraged about them, and was showing them to a 
friend and asking her advice about them, and she just 
laughed when she saw the bed, and said, “Just cut your 
cords and pull up your stakes and let them go free, 
what they want is to get down in the dirt, then they 
will take root at the joints and spread over your bed 
and bloom until frost,’ and they did. 

What Sarah needed was to get the cords cut and the 
stakes pulled up out of the way so she would be free. 
Well, she did not pray that way very long until some- 
thing happened, and when she came to, she found her- 
self lying flat on the floor where she had been shouting 
all the time unconsciously. She said that her first 
thought when she became conscious was that Sister 
Storey had knocked her over, but she felt the glory in 
her soul and continued her shouting. I think she 
shouted nearly all night. Praise the Lord! “If the Son 
therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.” 


NO MISTAKE. 
On the evening of the 27th of April we went into the 
chapel to meet a woman who had just arrived from 
Michigan, and when our eyes rested on the physical 


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wreck before us, the first thought that flashed through 
our mind was, “The missionaries haye made a mistake 
in sending her.” : 

She was about thirty-eight years of age, and for 
fifteen or twenty years had been a drunkard and mor- 
phine and cigarette fiend. Of course, her health was 
gone; she was emaciated and a nervous wreck, and in 
total spiritual darkness, but she had a little will power 
left and she just put that over on the Lord’s side and 
said she would forsake ali sin and give up all those 
bad habits and trust the Blood of Jesus to save her. 
She said she would trust Him to take her through, 
either by taking away the appetite for those things 
and healing her body or else by fitting her for Heaven 
and taking her home. 

No doubt you have already anticipated what came 
to pass. She was gloriously saved, and the appetite 
for those things taken away. She had tried to quit 
using them once before but the ordeal of suffering was 
such that she gave up the struggle. This time she 
had Jesus to help her, and she astonished herself by 
getting along so nicely; no illness, only prostration, 
and then there followed a period of convalescence, 
during which time we feared the old appetite might 
return, but we did not fully appreciate the skill of 
our Great Physician. 

Orpha was in the Bible School at the time. (The 
Lord bless her; she always had faith for hard cases), 
and she would manage to come over every day and 


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spend some time encouraging May by talking and pray- 
ing with her; she would take her out to the little 
park near by in the afternoon and read to her. May 
finally reached 2 place of trust where she could stand 
alone with Jesus. Bless His dear Name! Her health 
returned and she began to help with the work in the 
Home, and we found that she could make herself use- 
ful in so many ways that we coveted her for the Lord’s 
work. The way opened up for her to work her way 
through the Bible School and she gladly took advan- 
tage of the opportunity. She has since told us that 
sometimes when we would be getting places for the 
girls to work she would go off and pray and ask the 
Lord to keep us from sending her out yet. It all 
seems so smooth to read about; but there were many 
penitent tears, confessions, restorations, and very hard 
battles were fought and victories won, and we have 
long since decided that the missionaries made no mis- 
take in sending May to Hope Cottage. 


OUT OF DARKNESS INTO LIGHT. 

Those who have had good parents, home, and friends 
know nothing of the thick darkness that enveloped 
Lizzie’s life. It was doubly dark, for she was both 
temporally and spiritually lone and desolate. Had 
she gone on unchecked to the Judgment, it could never 
have been said to her, “Remember that thou in thy 
lifetime receivedst thy good things,” for the temporal 
gloom of her life was only second to her state of soul- 


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night, and she was verily destitute of all comfort. 
“But now she is comforted,” “For God, who com- 
manded the light to shine out of darkness,” hath shined 
in her heart, “to give the light of the knowledge of the 
glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.” Her own 
way of expressing it is, that she has passed out of hell 
into Heaven. Praise the Lord! 

Her conversation and life in the home led the girls 
to say often, “Mother, she reminds me of our Lizzie 
who has gone to Heaven”—she of whom you read in 
a later chapter. Her early life also reminds us of the 
other Lizzie, for she, too, was born in Ireland and was 
left an orphan so early that she can scarcely remem- 
ber her parents. She was put out among strangers 
who did not care for her; they did not send her to 
school at all, so she cannot read or write. Though a 
woman now, she has the timid, shrinking manner of 
one who has had occasion to be afraid of people, and 
after hearing her life history we are not surprised at 
this. 

When she was sixteen she was sent to live with an 
uncle in this country. Her aunt was not kind, so at 
the end of a year she ran away and with another girl 
came to Cincinnati. She got work and soon married, 
but it was a union prolific of sorrow and suffering. 
Twice during the sad years that followed she attempted 
suicide. Her husband was a drunkard, and the first 
time he came home under the influence of liquor she 
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or 


arouse him, she thought he was dying and called in the 
neighbors. They told her he was drunk. Poor child! 
She little dreamed of the woe and anguish that were 
coming into her life through that cruel curse. It was 
poverty, rags, cold, hunger, curses, kicks, and blows 
for seven long years until death came to the drunkard’s 
home as an angel of light to her and took him away. 
Alas! in the meantime she, too, had learned to drink. 
It came about in this way: One evening, after having 
had nothing to eat for three days, in desperation she 
took her two little children and followed him to the 
saloon. Hoping to shame him, she said that if he 
drank she would; but the threat did not move him, 
so she said to the man at the bar, “Give me the same.” 
She did not know wliat to call for; but the devil is ever 
ready to serve out his goods at a hint, and when she 
set the glass down and went home with her two little 
children she was dead drunk. 

From this experience she learned that drink deadens 
the sensibilities and temporarily effaces sorrow and 
hunger. She became a drunkard, and in consequence 
the children were put in a convent. She was born a 
Catholic, but you could not say she was brought up in 
that faith, or any other, for she had no training and 
knew no more about God than does a heathen. She is 
thirty-four years old and was never in a church in her 
life until she stumbled into the Bible School Mission 
on George street one evening as she was on her way to 
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George street, hastening to her doom, she heard sing- 


ing and thought it sounded sweet fioating out on the 


evening air, but she was under the influence of drink 
and passed on. However, a stronger influence than 
the drink demon followed her. The precious Holy 
Ghost laid hold of her and almost unconsciously she 
retraced her steps. She stood before the glass front 
for awhile, looking in upon the bright, happy faces 
that contrasted so with her own anguish. Seeing some 
vacant chairs near the door, she slipped in, intending 
to see what it all meant. She heard one after another 
testify to the saving power of Jesus. She listened 
wonderingly as some told of deliverance from a drunk- 
ard’s hell or a harlot’s den. She thought, “Is it possi- 
ble that any of these bright, happy people were ever 
like me?” Presently some of the workers found her 
sitting there so forlorn and lonely as if she had no 
part nor lot in this matter. They invited her up to the 
front and. gave her a good seat; she sobered up and 
went to the altar. There they told her she could have 
the same salvation they had, and as she saw how happy 
it made them, she was glad to do just as they told her. 
She had confidence that since they had gotten through 
to God they knew how to guide her aright. Thank 
God, that night a ray of light burst in upon her be- 
nighted soul! 

When the service closed they asked her if she had 
anywhere to go, and she told them she had not and 
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when she found her way into the Rescue Mission. She 
was brought to the Home and there was real gratitude 
in her heart for its shelter as she shuddered in recol- 
lection of the muddy Ohio, which had come so near 
being literally death’s dark stream and her Rubicon 
of eternal woe. 

Her faith is so simple and childlike that it touches 
our hearts, and her only lament is, “Why didn’t I know 
if sooner?” When there is an opportunity she never 
fails to testify to what God has done for her soul. She 
gets up at night and kneels by her cot to pray; in fact, 
she says she prays every time she awakes. She talks 
little and we did not know what was in her mind; but 
evidently she was haunted by fears of the time when 
she must again go out into the cold world that had 
been so cruel to her. On her first Sabbath in the Home 
she saw how the girls who have gone out to service 
come back to go to church with us. She saw the hearty 
welcome they receive, and that they are cheerful and 
happy, for it is just like coming home. She was en- 
couraged by this and cried for very joy and said, 
“Mother, when I go out to work, may I come back and 
go to church with you, too?” We thanked God for 
Hope Cottage, which He is making so “homey” for 
these homeless ones, as we answered, “Yes, but we want 
you to stay in the Home for awhile first and learn 
more about God.” She said she feared she must soon 
go, as the Home seemed‘so full. She saw the girls 
making beds down on the floor. We assured her there 


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- would be a way provided, and as we wonedred “how,” 
we remembered there’s always “room at the top’”—in 
the attic. Those who will really go through with God 
are too scarce to be turned away when they do come. 


How we bless His Name that He ever sent us to these 
broken-hearted girls “to turn them from darkness to 
light and from the power of Satan unto God.” 


CHAPTER IX. 
Cannot Be Spared. 


“Kept by the power of God through faith.”—1 Per. 1:5. 


There came to Hope Cottage about two years ago a 
tall, handsome girl of twenty-two. She came from a 
distant state. Like the wise men who had heard of 
Jesus and had seen His star in the Hast, she had heard 
the story of the Gospel and was hungering to know 
more about the Master. 

She could remember something of the pure innocent 
life of childhood, and had longed that those days 
might be lived over again, or that she might live anew 
with different surroundings, but she thought it scarce- 
ly possible for her hopes to be realized. It seemed just 
like a tantalizing dream, too good to be true. 

She had no Christian father or mother to watch 
over her and guide her steps in the path of virtue 
and choose the proper environments and atmosphere 
in which her young life might bloom into womanhood, 
sheltered form the chill frosts and beating storms of 
this cold world. Instead she was thrust out by those 
who had the care of her and her sister into the very 
atmosphere of the pit. These little girls were put into 
a life of sin when Della was only fourteen, she having 
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when you placed her in a boarding school at that age. 
_ They grew up in that gilded house of sin, but Lula be- 
ing more frail and delicate faded away like a flower. 
About this time they were found by a little band of 
Christian workers who tried to tell them of the better 
life, but there was no home to which they could invite 
them. One was sick and the other didn’t know how to 
work and they didn’t know how to make a start for the 
better. 

About that time a holiness mission opened up and the 
little band of workers seeing that Lula was failing fast 
went to the mission and told the story to the sister in 
charge. She visited her and pointed her to Jesus, the 
Lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world; 
she kept going and praying until Lula was gloriously 
saved and rejoiced daily in her new found Savior’s 
love, until Jesus took her home to Heaven washed in 
the Blood of the Lamb. Hallelujah! 

Della promised her that she would give up the life 
of sin and would give her heart to Him who had so 
gloriously saved her sister. This she did by the open 
grave and while there was weeping at the funeral 
there was rejoicing in Heaven among the angels over 
the new born soul. Hallelujah! Of course she didn’t 
want to go back to the house of sin, so the saints of the 
little mission sent her to Hope Cottage. 

She walked in the-light and consecrated herself to 
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kept by the power of God. “In bard places she has 
stood as true as steel, never wavering or faltering. 
After staying in the Home a few months she went out 
to do house work, and on Thursday and Sunday after- 
noons we might confidently look for Della to come in 
and we were just as glad to see her as she was to 
come. It does our hearts good to have the girls come 
home and have a good time together when they have 
been standing true in hard places, often without a 
word of encouragement from those around them. 

Afterward Della left us for a distant state, where she 
lived for awhile in a worldly family (church people at 
that). Often when Della had hurried through her morn- 
ing work that she might get off to church she would re- 
ceive orders for a fashionable company dinner of sey- 
eral courses. By the time it was served and everything 
washed up and put away, the day would be gone and 
she as tired as at the close of any week day because 
her work had been just as hard. O, I tell you there are 
people who are calling themselves Christians who 
will have to give an account of the way they treat their 
domestic help, breaking the fifth commandment. Read 
Exodus 20:8-11. May the Lord help us to sound a note 
_ of warning. 

She said sometimes she was tempted to give up but 
the Lord had put something in her soul that the in- 
consistent lives of professing Christians could not 
cheat her out of. She said when she had a very try- 


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ing time the Lord would give her some precious prom- 
ise or verse of encouragement in the words of some 
gospel hymn. When she came home she brought fif- 
teen dollars of her hard earned money for the Home. 
I do not think I could have taken it for myself unless 
my needs had been very great, but-it was for the Lord, _ 
and I remembered that He has said it is more blessed 
to give than to receive. We remembered the time David 
longed and said, “Oh, that one would give me drink 
of the water of the well of Bethlehem that it at the 
gate! And the three brake through the host of the 
Philistines and drew water out of the well of Bethle- 
hem that was by the gate, and took it, and brought it 
to David: but David would not drink of it, but poured 
it out to the Lord, and said, My God forbid it me, that 
I should do this thing: shall I drink the blood of these ~ 
men that have put their lives in jeopardy? for with 
the jeopardy of their lives they brought it. Therefore 
he would not drink it.’ We felt that Della’s spiritual 
life had been in jeopardy while earning this money, 
and we praised the Lord that He had preserved her 
and we just poured out the money at His feet. 

Della has been a great blessing and help to us in 
Hope Cottage this spring. When she saw how busy 
the workers in the Home are she just went to work to 
be a burden bearer. She took charge of the sewing 
room, and did any errands she could do for us. While 
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~ wages, it seemed that we could not spare Della, and 
she would say, “Now, Mother, if you do not want me 
to go, it is all right.” And I haven’t seen any chance 
to spare her yet. The Lord bless her, and richly re- 
ward her for her self-sacrifice. 


“Lord, my sins they are many, 
Like the sands of the sea, 
But Thy Blood, O my Savior, 
Is sufficient for me; 
For Thy promise is written, 
In bright letters that glow, 
‘Though your sins be as scarlet, 
I will make them like snow,’ ” 


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THE SHEPHERD’S LOVE. 


The Shepherd looked out from the heavenly fold 
To the mountains far away, 
And He said, “I must leave the ninety and nine, 
The lambs of the flock that are always mine, 
And go seek the one that’s astry; 
For the wolf is fierce, and the nights are cold, 
And my lamb cannot find its way back to the fold.” 


Then the sandals of peace on His feet He bound, 
And He took the staff of prayer, 
And His smile was full of pardon and grace, 
And the light of Heaven was in His face, 
And a crown was set in His hair; 
But ah, little child, ’twas a crown of thorns, 
And His hands and His feet were all bleeding and torn, 


Yet He toiled all day over rock and stone 
To seek for the erring one, 

Till He came to the garden of Bitter Pain, 

Where the blood-sweat dropped from His brow like rain 
As the night of wrath came on. 

For He knew that the river of death would be 

Close, close by the side of Gethsemane. 


But, the Shepherd of love went on His way, 
And passed through the fiood so cold, 
Though the stream ran deep and the waves rolled high; 
For beyond He could hear the lost lamb’s ery, 
And He brought it back to the fold! 
And thou, little one, are the lamb He did love; 
*Twas for thee the good Shepherd came from above. 
—Selected. 


CHAPTER X. 
Young Girls That I Should Love to Keep and “Mother.” 


“The good shepherd giveth His life for the sheep.”—JoHN 
2 ee 


We were writing to a friend about a young girl 
that we should like to get a good Christian home 
for, where she could fill a daughter’s place in the 
family. 

We went on to tell her something about the child’s 
life; there was a separation between the father and 
mother when Irene was just large enough to talk 
plainly, and the father kidnapped the baby; the mother 
finally got possession of her and put _her in a convent, 
and she remained there until she was fifteen years 
old, when she made her escape by climbing up on the 
top of the outside wall, but could not get down; some 
laboring men passing by heard her cries for help and 
rescued her by means of a ladder and concealed her 
for several hours until they supposed the policeman 
had given up the search; they took her then to a man 
whom they thought could help her, and he got her 
a home. Two years later the mother asked God’s 
Bible School students to pray that she might find her 
daughter, and one day Irene walked into “Hope Cot- 
tage.” 

I closed my letter by saying that if I had a home 

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i should just like to take her and educate her and give 
the Lord a chance to make something out of her. 
' Then I thought of others I should like to take and 
train for the Lord; there is Mamie, only fifteen, who 
is an orphan. She used to live in the country home 
of some relatives in Missouri. She has a brother who 
is a soldier, and he wrote them that he, being now 
married, could offer Mamie a home, and that he should 
like to take care of her. They thought that very nice, 
and that probably he could do more for Mamie than 
they could; so they got her ready and sent her away. 
She was just a child and unacquainted with the ways 
of the world, and when she arrived she did not find 
a quiet home, but a home full of soldiers. The 
brother’s wife was a bad woman who just wanted 
Mamie to train her in vice. She was doing this, but 
Mamie was rescued and sent to Hope Cottage. She 
is saved now and bright and happy as a child should - 
be. 

Then there is Grace, who is still in short dresses, 
and is not yet fifteen, who needs a mother’s care all 
the time. 

Our hearts are burdneed as we think of these chil- 
dren going out into the world with no one to look 
after them. They really need a mother’s care now as 
much as when they were little tots. 

Then there is Maude, who is an orphan, and has 
never known what it is to have a happy home and a 
mother’s love. We should just delight to make a 


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happy home for Maude. Sixteen-year old Edna has 
such a knowledge of the Word of God already that 
the girls say she is going to be a missionary. 

Incorrigible May who is only about sixteen has he- 
come as meek as a lamb under the transforming power 
of Jesus. As an illustration of her frankness: (ne 
evening during the city campaign she was carrying a 
banner with this inscription, “Salvation will save vou 
from lying.” Some one who knew what May’s beset- 
ting sin had been called her attention to her banrer- 
message and she replied, “Oh, that is all right; it is . 
what salvation did for me.” 

Then there is Margaret, who is also an orphan, 
and often when found crying, and asked what the 
trouble is will say, “I was thinking about my moth- 
er.” She was missed from the table a few mornings 
ago, and one of the sisters went to see if she was sick, 
and found her on her knees beside the bed, sobbing 
like a little child, and it was the same touching plea, 
“Thinking about my mother!” 

Another is seventeen-year-old Gertrude, with her 
little baby, when she needs a mother’s care herself. 
Gertrude had been under conviction some time, but 
had never gotten through to perfect victory, and one 
cold morning during zero weather she sobbed all the 
while we were reading the morning lesson, and finally 
said, “Mother, I can stand it no longer; I must go 
to the attic.” She had heard many of the girls speak 
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I said, “Gertrude, let us kneel right down here, and ~ 
we will pray with you.” “No,” she said, “I must go 
to the attic.” I said again, “Why not go upstairs to 
your room; all the girls are here in the chapel now.” 
“No,” she said, “I must go to the attic.” I feared 
she would take cold, but she did not have to stay 
in the attic very long until the victory came, and she 
was shouting the praises of God with a countenance 
radiant with happiness. 

She went out to work a few days ago, and in talk- 
ing about her plans, she said, “Now, Mother, if I 
can not get along with the baby and the work, I am 
coming back.” I said, “Of course, you may, my child,” 
and she went away hopeful to battle with the world, 
her little baby in her arms. 

Dear Belle is one who started to go all the way 
with Jesus without first counting the cost, and when 
she heard the admonition given to His disciples of 
old, “Whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all 
that he hath, he can not be my disciple,” she was 
almost tempted to turn back, but remembering, too, 
that He had said, “No man having put his hand to 
the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of 
God,” she determined to press on. She soon met an- 
- other obstacle in her path, in the way of confession 
and restitution. At this point many turn back, but 
Belle overcame, and reached 


“The fountain filled with blood, 
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Where sinners plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains.” 


Lola was a little girl with a joyless childhood. Her 
mother always whipped and abused her. When she 
was twelve years old she allowed her to marry a man 
of thirty-eight, who was a veritable scoundrel. He de- 
serted her, and then she tried to live with her married 
sister, but amid curses and cruelty her life became such 
a burden that, when only fourteen, she decided to bury 
her woes in the Ohio River. On the way she left a little 
note of farewell for a girl friend. Someone picked u» 
‘the note and read it and immediately set the officers 
on her track. She was arrested on the river’s brink 
and brought to jail. One of our missionaries found 
her there and brought her to Hope Cottage. She soon 
gave her heart to God, and her life was an inspiration 
in the Home. 

She went out into a private family to do house work, 
but yielded to temptation and went down again. She 
was then sent to the House of Refuge. She lived such 
a quiet, exemplary life there that the superintendent 
encouraged her to try to do some missionary work 
among the other girls, but she said, “I am not right in 
my soul, and cannot help anyone else.” She was under 
conviction and became so despondent that they were 
uneasy about her. On a Saturday one of our mission- 
aries went out to see her, and Lola asked the superin- 


tendent to let her come home with her and spend Sun- 
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day at Hope Cottage. She did so and made the oppor- 
tunity count, for she repented and came back to God. 
She went back to the Refuge a different girl and really 
ready to do missionary work among her companions. 

And last is little timid, shrinking Geneva, in short 
dresses, whom the devil had in his clutches, but who 
was rescued out of the snare of the fowler, praise 
the Lord! For a long time her mother feared to 
have her return to her lest she be led off by former 
associates, but after continued testing she at last 
said, “It is enough, come home.” 

I started out by saying if I had a home I should 
like to gather these young girls in and mother them, 
but by the time I gathered in these and others whom 
I should want, it would be a Rescue Home after all. 
Thank God for His Hope Cottage. 


CHAPTER XL 
Incidents by the Way. 


“Farther on, yes, ever farther; 
Count the mile-stones, one by one; 
Jesus will forsake us, never ; 
It is better farther on.” 


Many are the milestones that mark our journey from 
earth to Heaven. As we note the changes in Hope Cot- 
tage, we are reminded that we are traveling on the 


lightning express. 

We have learned to expect nothing else but that our 
family will be continually broken up. One of the hard 
trials in connection with this work is that of separa- 
tion. We realize that the girls must go sooner or later, 
and know not what awaits them, save that a cold, 
pitiless world will never forgive. We so long to keep 
them and shild them from every heartache; but we 
are so glad that we have a loving Father, and that we 
can commend them to His care, who notes even the 
sparrow’s fall. 

One morning we were called downstairs to see some- 
one in the parlor. There sat an old, white-haired man. 
With great self-possession he told us his errand. His 
daughter was out in sin. Would we try to find her? 
He gave us a letter to give to her “from her father,” 
and asked if we would be gentle with her. When we 

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told him that we should treat her as our own sister, he 
could bear up no longer, but his strong frame shook 
and the tears came in spite of himself. 

One dear girl came to us, and said she wanted to get 
a home for her baby where it could be boarded while 
she went out to work. Her story was a sad one. - She 
was a beautiful girl, but got into trouble. The author 
of her trouble married her and took her to his father’s 
home. To prevent suspicion, he persuaded her to go 
to the Home of the Friendless, telling his people she 
had gone to her home on a visit. 

She was to give the baby away and come home. But 
when the baby came, the mother-love predominated 
over the dread of disgrace, so the husband deserted her 
and she came to us heart-broken. She was a Catholic, 
but got blessedly saved. The Lord opened the hearts 
of her husband’s people to receive her, and while she 
came seeking a home for the baby, she received the 
Spirit of God in her heart and a home for herself, too, 
going away happy in the love of God. 

We teach the girls that if they will “seek first the 
kingdom of God and His righteousness,” all temporal 
necessities will be added unto them, and some of them 
are learning to claim this promise. 

One of the girls sent some copies of the Revivalist 
home. They circulated them, and one fell into the 
hands of a man whose daughter was an “outcast,” and 
who was not so much as allowed to come home for her 


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clothes. The Lord used something in the paper to touch 
his heart, and he said, “Mother, I want you to gather 
up Maggie’s clothes. I’m going to try to find her, and 
invite her back home.” 

The neighbors could not understand how the read- 
ing of an article in a paper could bring about such a 
change. They did not know that God had sent home 
an arrow of conviction to that heart, and it had done 
its work. Glory to His precious name! 


A MIDNIGHT EXPERIENCE IN HOPE COTTAGE. 

At about 10:30 on the evening of the 22d of Febru- 
ary, the door bell rang, just as we had gotten snugly 
tucked away for the night. On opening the door we 
found the saddest looking spectacle we had ever behuld 
in human form. I think that Nebuchadnezzar while 
eating grass with the oxen, and wet with the dews of 
heayen, with hair like eagle’s feathers and nails like 
bird’s claws, could not have presented a more disrep- 
utable appearance than did this poor, drunken woman 
at the door. 

The streets were a slush from the recent thaw; she 
had fallen in mud holes until she was as wet as if 
she had been dippen into the Ohio River. Her clothes 
were half off, her skirts dragging in the mud, her hair 
dishevelled, her hands and face as black as the Cin- 
cinnati soot, and she was begging for something to 
eat. At first I was so shocked at the sight that I did 
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as she left her mark on everything she touched. I saw 
that I could not manage the case alone, and I would 
not arouse the missionary, who was so tired; so I 
called to my assistance Irish Mary, who had recently 
been saved from drunkenness herself. We brought her 
something to eat to stop her cries for bread. She ate 
rayenously. I do not know how long she had been 
without food. While she was eating we began to plan 
some way to get her to bed. The rooms were crowded 
and all the available space in the halls taken for cots, 
and two mattresses were laid down on the chapel floor; 
but we thought of a straw tick that someone had left 
with us after Camp-meeting. It had been stored away 
in the attic, so we made the bed up there on the floor 
of a little hall-way leading to some dark closets. Then 
we brought her up, or rather Mary did, and ! followed, 
wondering what Mary would do next. She took her 
begrimed clothing and when she had gotten the last 
piece walked to the window and threw it on the roof 
saying, “When I make a fire in the furnace tomorrow 
I will put them in.” Dry clothes were put on her and 
she was put to bed. Next morning Mary brought her 
down to the bath-room, and after a warm bath, satu- 
rated her hair with a solution to kill the vermin; sat 
down under the sky-light and combed it out, and came 
down to me about noon with a shining face saying, 
“Mother, I shall bring her down to dinner. You ought 
to see her; she looks like a lady.” 

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filthy garments of sin, and if we trust and obey Him, 
He takes them away, washes us in His own Blood, 
clothes us with the garments of salvation and the robe 
of righteousness, the wedding garment that we may go 
in to the marriage supper of the Lamb. Hallelujah! 

Since this episode Mary has been devoting her time 
to her new charge, telling her how the Lord saved her 
from drink, and praying with her. On last evening, 
just before our Thursday night prayer-meeting in the 
Tabernacle, I saw her take the shoes off her own feet 
and give them to Emma to wear to the service. 

Throughout the whole experience there was no fault- 
finding on Mary’s part. She did not say once, “It 
serves you right, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” 
but was very compassionate. In her prayer in the 
chapel she said, “Jesus, you know what you saved me 
from, and last night while I was working with poor 
drunken Emma, I saw nobody but Mary Sinex; it was 
just like I used to be, and you saved me, when there 
was nobody so low as I was; and I thought if we could 
get Emma clean and sobered up you could save her, 
too.” 


CHRISTMAS AT HOPE COTTAGE. 


As the angels celebrated the birth of our blessed 
Savior with praises to God and a joyful greeting to men, 
how much more should our hearts rejoice with holy 
hilarity and our voices ring with joyful greetings. So 
Christmas in Hope Cottage was a joyful time. Jesus 


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had so recently come into the hearts and lives of so 
many of the girls that it meant so much more to them 
than it ever had before. 

As the wise men brought their gifts and laid them 
down at the feet of Jesus, we wanted to give some 
little love offering to the girls in His Name, remember- 
ing His words, “In as much as ye have done it unto 
one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done 
it unto Me.” Now, I shall tell you how the Lord sup- 
plied the money for our Christmas cheer, but in order 
to make you acquainted with the donor I must give 
a brief retrospect. About two and a half years ago 
the missionaries from Hope Cottage, found behind the 
prison bars, seemingly one of the most hopeless cases 
that has ever come to us. She was about thirty-five, 
but ten years of sin had done their work on spirit, 
soul and body, and the demon of drink seemed to have 
complete possession. - She afterward told us that 
there had been times when she did not draw a sober 
breath for months. The missionary talked to her 
about the Savior of sinners, prayed and appealed to 
the police judge to let her come to us instead of send- 
ng her to the workhouse as he had been obliged to do 
over and over again. She came, and soon saw there 
was hope for even her. When she fully realized this, 
it took no pleading and persuading on our part to 
induce her to give up her sins and yield her heart to 
God. She jumped at the chance as a drowning man 
catches at a straw, she laid hold of the cable of God’s 


Ciara BeLye. 


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truth and was gloriously saved. But it seemed that 
her poor wrecked body would always prove a hind- 
rance to her earning an honest living. She got little 
help through medical aid; for years it had been hoapi- 
tal and work-house, and vice versa, until she was as 
tired of one as of the other. However, as she walked 
in the light and obeyed the Lord, He had compassion 
on her and gave her back her strength by degrees. She 
stayed in the Home for several months and then went 
out to work. On account of her affliction she had to 
take a very humble place, but she was so faithful that 
she gave perfect satisfaction wherever she went. 
Sometimes she would break down and have to come 
back to the Home for a little while, but always kept 
the victory in her soul. She surrendered all, was 
sanctified and has stood true as steel for two and a 
half years. She is a member of the Apostolic Holi- 
ness Church of Mount of Blessings, and is living in 
the home of one of our leading evangelists; we are 
blessed by the letters she writes us. In her first one 
she said, “It is a nice country home, so quiet, with 
plenty of time and room to get alone with God, and 
I can use the horse and buggy to go to church and 
Sunday-school.” She appreciated room to pray be- 
cause in Hope Cottage there is only one little prayer 
room, but while with us she spent many hours there 
on her knees. She often sends us money for the Home. 
Just before the holidays a letter from Clara Bell 
brought us $5.00 and the message, “Get the girls some- 


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thing for Christmas, I should like it to be Bibles.” 
So we got each a nicely bound “Testament and 
Psalms.” Another of our girls gave us a contribution 
for the same cause, and one in whom the Lord has put 
a great big heart said, “Here is $1.00, I do not know 
what you can get with it that will go all around.” 
We have learned to make $1.00 go a good ways, and 
the Lord has given us favor with a wholesale house 
here, but we were almost surprised ourselves when we 
had gotten a nice present for each and had a little left 
for dainties. 

We wanted to have time for a little family praise 
service without missing any of the meetings of the 
Convention, so we told the girls we would have no 
supper on Saturday evening and would take that 
time to celebrate the birth of our Savior, and that 
when they heard the piano they were to assemble in 
the chapel. In their minds celebrations had always 
been associated with feasting instead of fasting, but 
when they came and found the array of paper bags 
filled with “goodies” they realized it was to be a feast 
after all. Then we had a spiritual feast of prayer and 
praise and could sing from the heart, 

“We're feasting on manna from heaven, 
We’re eating the good of the land; 


We're drinking the wine of the kingdom, 
The best that our Lord can command.” 


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THE MASTER’S TOUCH. 
“He touched her hand, and the fever left her.” 
He touched her hand, as He only can, 
With the wondrous skill of the Great Physician, 
With the tender touch of the Son of man. 
And the fever in the throbbing temples 
Died out with the flush on brow and cheek, 
And the lips that had been so parched and burning 
Trembled with thanks that she could not speak. 
And the eyes where the fever light had faded 
Looked up, by her grateful tears made dim, 
And she rose and ministered in her household, 
She rose and ministered unto Him. 


“He touched her hand, and the fever left her.” 
Oh, blessed touch of the Man Divine! 
So beautiful to arise and serve Him, 
When the fever is gone from your life and mine, 
It may be the fever of restless serving, 
With heart all thirsty for love and praise, 
and eyes all aching and strained with yearning 
Toward self-set goals in the future days. 
Or it may be fever of spirit anguish, 
Some tempest of sorrow that dies not down, 
Till the cross at last is in meekness lifted, 
And the head stoops low for the thorny crown, 
Or it may be a fever of pain and anger, 
When the wounded spirit is hard to bear, 
And only the Lord can draw forth the arrows 
Left carelessly, cruelly rankling there. 


Whatever the fever, His touch can heal it; 
Whatever the tempest, His voice can still. 
There is only joy as we seek His pleasure, 
There is only rest as we choose His will. 
And some day, after life’s fitful fever, 
I think we shall say, in the home on high, 
“Tf the hands that He touched but did His bidding, 
How little it matters what else went by?” 
Ah, Lord! Thou knowest us altogether, 
Each heart’s sore sickness, whatever it be; 
Touch Thou our hands! Let the fever leave us, 
And so shall we minister unto Thee !—Selected. 


CHAPTER XIL 
The Blood Cure. 


“For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which 
was lost.”—-LUKE 19: 10. 


“They that are whole need not a physician; but they that 
are sick.”—LUuKE 5: 381. 


Ella had a nice home and excellent prospects; she 


also had a good musical education and was gifted. 


When she played the piano the music was so soft and 
sweet that we soon learned to recognize Ella’s touch. 

She contracted the morphine habit and became a 
wanderer. She took the drug in such quantities that 
it sometimes threw her into a kind of delirium and she 
would occasionally be found wandering on the streets 
at two or three o’clock in the morning; the policemen 
would pick her up and send her to the City Hospital 
or House of Detention. We found her in the latter 
place. Her parents who are Catholics had given her up; 
they did not know where she was. She came to the 
Home and gave her heart to God, and we will let her 
tell the rest of her story in her own words. She wrote 
the following letter to one of the girls after she left 
Hope Cottage. 

March 7, 1905. 
Dear Sister Inez :— 


Your letter received. I am so glad to hear from you. 
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I should have written to you some days ago. I think of 
you every day, and I also remember how very sweet and 
kind you were to me while I was at Hope Cottage. 
Our precious Savior is with me all the time; He is 
guiding me safely all the way. Sister, I find it pays 
to be right with God. I fully intend to keep very close 
to Jesus. I feel like a new person; when I think of 
the past it seems as though I had been asleep or in a 
trance, but now I am wide awake, trusting in our 
Father. 

Inez, since I came away from Hope Cottage I realize 
what a blessed place it is, and how grateful we poor 
sinful creatures should be to God. Just to think we 
were so deep in sin and would not listen to His plead- 
ing, He loves all of us and wants us to come home, 
I mean to His home in Heaven when we are called from 
earth. God has placed dear, good, self sacrificing 
women in Hope Cottage for the spiritual welfare of 
so many poor souls. It seems to me we do not appre- 
ciate these blessed women and what they do and have 
done for us. 

I am afraid I grieved Mother in asking her to let 
me come home, because she wanted me to stay there. 
I am sorry because I am afraid I burdened her because 
Mother knew I was not well, and I think she thought 
I might resort to the old habits; but no, thanks be to 
Him who cured me! I cannot help thinking how good 
the Lord is and how little we think of Him. We cannot 
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real gratitude on paper for the way the Lord cured me 
of using such a drug. I am cured now forever. When- 
ever I think of it, I just quiver, I hate it. 

_ Sister, dear, I will tell you how the tempter tried to 
get in his work: I have been suffering with a severe 
headache, I do not mean just a little pain, but a very 
severe headache, I tried my best to bear the pain so my 
folks would not be annoyed. My brother Willie saw I 
was suffering; he did not say where he was going, in 
fact, I am used to his going out after supper, and I did 
not pay much attention to him. He soon returned and 
brought with him a package of headache powders and 
said, “Here Ella, I went over and got some powders,” 
I looked at him for a second, he then noticed that I did 
not want them; he said, “Well, don’t you want them?” 
I said, “No, Willie, don’t you know they contain mor- 
phine? Take them back and get the ten cents you paid 
for them, and give it to me and I will go to Hope Cot- 
tage and buy some tracts.” He did not seem to under- 
stand me, I explained all to him; I could see at once his 
heart was touched, I said to him, “Jesus has cured me 
of using the degrading drug, and I never even want 
to look at anything which contains morphine.” 

You see, Inez, how the tempter used my dear brother 
in order to make me sin and grieve our Savior. My 
brother burned them in the grate and then went down 
in his pocket and gave me twenty-five cents to buy 
tracts with, so now when I come over, I shall buy some 
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all they have to do in erder to be right with God isto live 
a moral life. They often say, “Oh, well, I do what is 
right, I don’t harm any one.” They have much to 
learn, I will send them tracts and give them a shaking 
up. I was once in the very same way, but now I know 
the true way, which is blessed, happy, and peaceful. 
Inez, I just could use a whole writing tablet writing 
to you, and praising our Father. 

I was so sorry I could not be over to have my picture 
taken with all of you. I have never left the house but 
once and that was to telephone to Sister West in regard 
to the picture. If I did not have the Lord, I would be 
out every day and commit sin because I would try to see 
how attractively I could array myself, and you know it 
is a sin to be vain, but now I am satisfied to remain at 
home. Mamma has been quite sick; she is better now, 
and I have been making her go out every day; she goes 
too, and when I have finished our work I have a little 
prayer meeting all by myself. 

Inez, tell Belle our prayers were answered; my folks 
are so good to me; they never mention the past. I did 
not see my brothers the night I came home and I tell 
you I was afraid of them the next morning at break- 
fast, so I stayed in bed until I heard them leave for 
work. I prayed the Lord would soften their hearts 
before night and He did. They know I mean to do what 
is right. Mamma is so kind to me; I really don’t de 
serve it. 

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sanctified. Poor Mamie, I felt burdened for her a she 
is so young and has had so many temptations, that is, 
TI mean before Sister Osborne got her. I trust she has 
given herself to God, and that she will obey Mother 
and Sister Payne. I want to come to prayer meeting 
so much. I am coming as far as I know now. I also 
hope that from now on, I will be able to be with all of 
you every Sunday in the Tabernacle. I am sorry to 
hear of your heart trouble; it is not at all pleasant. 

Every morning I look at the clock every now and 
then, and I think, “They are all at prayers now,” and 
something just seemed to say, “They are praying for, 
you,” I am so thankful, I hope they will always pray 
for me. I am on the victory side. Inez, we should be 
so thankful for Hope Cottage, and to those whom God 
has placed there to help save souls. If you were out in 
the world and then pictured life at Hope Cottage, it 
would be appreciated more. I want to come and see 
you all, I love every body in Hope Cottage, I am bur- 
dened because I think I have worried Mother. I believe 
the Lord really wanted me to go to mamma; He seemed 
to tell me so; mamma was pining; now she is better and 
weve it not for her being so lonesome, I would come 
right back to Hope Cottage. 

Mamma and my stepfather cannot praise the Holi- 
ness people enough. Inez, please tell Sister Payne I am 
so grateful and I love her and Mother; tell her I am on 
the victory side; give my love and best wishes to every- 
body in the Home, tell them to keep close to Jesus; it 


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pays; and now, Inez, persevere to the end. I am so glad 
we are true friends and it is all through Jesus. Inez, 


mamma gave my clothes to the Salvation Army. I 
guess she thought I would never come home, now I have 
to get new ones. I shall be over and if I do not, I shall 
have a little service at home. I will say good night, 


and pray forme. I am, 
Your sincere friend, Ella. 


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OUT OF THE RANKS. 


Out of the ranks they have fallen 
In the terrible march of life; 
Some were unfit for the conflict, 

And all unused to the strife; 
And others, in dire temptation, 
From their places fell away, 
Suddenly, sorely wounded, by 
The foes that in ambush lay. 


Out of the ranks they have fallen— 
Ah! little it matters how; 

Enough, that weary and wounded, 
They lie by the wayside now; 

Or wander with stumbling footsteps, 
With none to pity or care, 

Nor even a former comrade 
To ask them “how they fare.” 


Out of the ranks they have fallen; 
And only the Lord can tell 
How oft ’tis the innocent suffer 
For those who deserve it well. 
He judgeth the poor and oppressed, 
And the tempted and tried ones, too, 
Who, sinned against rather than sinning, 
Ask pity today from you. 


I plead for them, brothers and sisters! 
I plead in His own dear name, 
Who for us, “outside the city,” 
Once hung on the cross of shame! 
Who, His whole lifelong was an outcast, 
And hast pity and love today 
For the lonely and lost and straying, 
And those who are “out of the way.’—Selected. 


CHAPTER XIIL 
Wronged. 
“Fear not; for I have redeemed thee.”—Isa. 43: 1. 


How little we dream or know of the suffering, break- 
ing hearts all about us! We jostle them on the streets, 
we meet them in the stores, in the homes, but they are 
incased behind a smile and light words. But, beloved, 
meet these souls alone in their rooms at night, see 
them lie on their faces crying in agony; watch them 
tossing their hands in despair, in darkness too thick 
and black for human help, and your own soul will cry 
out to God for help and aid for them. 

Oh, so often we have been made to feel a thrill 
of suffering and sorrow too deep for expression; yet 
this came simply in listening. What must it have 
been to the wronged ones! 

In a country home God sent to father and mother 
three daughters and two sons. They were careless and 
happy and free. The neighbors loved them, and knew 
they were trained in “the fear and admonition of the 
Lord.” But one day the shadows fell. The sun had 
gone down in their lives. With bated breath and 
breaking hearts they said “good-bye” to the children’s 
best earthly friend, and mother went to join the “wel- 
coming committee.” . 

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The eldest sister kept the little home; but there 
came a day when father and brother thought they 
could have a better chance in the city. The brother was 
in partnership with a widower of about thirty, hand- 
some, with a will of iron and a magnetism about him 
that drew people into his power. They trusted him, 
and when the boarding-house was opened he was wel- 
comed as one its inmates. Although the girls were 
among strangers, they soon became acquainted, and 
had the confidence and respect of all their neighbors. 
Thinking they were saved, they entered the church, 
and became identified in all its work. 
From the time of this man’s coming into thier home, 
by his little acts of courtesy and kindness he won their 
friendship. As the days passed on, one of the sisters 
awakened to the fact that he had won her heart. He 
made love to her, and she, of course, believed it to be 
true, and expected to marry him. She loved him with 
all her clinging nature. She trusted him implicitly. 
Then came a time of awful temptation. She was under 
his influence, her love pleaded for him, and she yielded. — 
From that hour her purity and womanhood were trail- 
ing in the dust. When alone she would abhor herself, 
and cry out for release; but she seemed like a little 
bird that had been charmed by a snake, and even 
though it is horror-stricken, yet is unable to break the 
spell, and slips into destruction. 
No one knew of her wrong; but suddenly a great pall 
fell on the home. The shadows were as black as mid- 


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night. There was no ray of comfort. The youngest 
sister, the baby of the home, was in disgrace. She had 
been betrayed by the man who professed to love and 
was engaged to her sister. 

Then came the story. He had made love to each of 
them, and won their confidence, and fairly charmed 
them ; but, as he desired, each had kept the secret of her 
love, so that they knew nothing of the other until the 
shame and sorrow came. He had wronged them each, 
and when the day of reckoning came he was gone, and 
they were left to face the world. O, beloved, the horror, 
the shame, the disgrace of that hour! No one but the 
great God can tell the suffering, the pain, the agony of 
those days. There was no one to love, to lift up, to 
point them to Jesus. Mother was in Heaven, father 
was bowed and broken-hearted, the brother was carry- 
ing a pistol, seeking the life of the man who had thus 
wronged them, while friends stood aghast and talked 
and wondered. It was then Jesus came; yes, He, the 
precious, merciful Savior, He was touched with their 
sorrows. He stooped and put about them the great 
arms of His love, and rested on His breast the aching, 
weary heads. The balm of His forgiveness came into 
their souls, while His Blood washed away the stain of 
sin, and they became His children. 

God put us in touch with the eldest, who is now 
sanctified wholly, and has stood as true as steel for 
three years. God is using her, too. To Him be all the 
glory. 


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“POLISHED MANNER, SLICK TONGUE, AND HEART 
AS BLACK AS HELL,”’’ 


In a small country village in Arkansas lived a 
thrifty little family, busy with the ordinary duties of 
life, never dreaming that the devil was plotting to 
destroy their home and happiness and bring them 
down in sorrow to their graves, and that their fifteen 
year old daughter, just blooming into womanhood, was 
the enemy’s target; that his agent, in the form of a 
well dressed man with a polished manner and slick 
tongue and a heart as black as hell, was even then, 
being entertained under their roof. 

To screen his business (for he was a procurer for 
houses of prostitution), he had taken the agency for 
some legitimate business. 

The father kept a small boarding house and he often 
came and took his meals with them and in that way 
became acquainted with the daughter and soon began 
paying her marked attention. Finally he proposed 
that they slip off to a neighboring village and get 
married just to play a trick on the family, but she 
refused, saying that if she were ever married it would 
be at home, for she could never deceive her parents. 
So he changed his tactics and began to ingratiate him- 
self int othe favor of the parents. As they were 
simple, plain, unsuspecting country people, he com- 
pletely won their hearts, and they had a nice little 
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thought, to love and cherish. They bade her goodbye 
with their blessing and many wishes of joy and hap- 
piness in her wedded life. 

The newly wedded pair left, as she supposed, on 
their bridal tour for Birmingham, Ala. On their ar- 
rival, he took her to what she supposed to be a nice 
hotel and they were taken to their room and made 
comfortable. He soon excused himself to go to the 
depot to have their baggage sent up, and she was left 
alone to a fate worse than death. 

I can imagine her feelings as she sat there for hours 
in the loneliness of the room, in a strange house, and 
among strange people; probably at evening she 
thought of the children playing on the lawn at home, 
and that it was now about the time she used to bring 
the cows in from the pasture, and go to the barn to 
hunt for fresh eggs, and make preparations for the 
evening meal. No doubt the picture of her father and 
mother at their accustomed places at the table, and 
the children hungry from their romp in the fresh air, 
all came before her as she sat at the window listening 
for the footsteps that never came. 

At last there was a knock on her door, and a woman, 
in some kind of evening dress came in, but not being 
accustomed to the ways of the world, she did not 
know yet but that it was all right. Her visitor found 
her with eyes all swollen and red with weeping. She 
asked what was the matter, and the child told her 
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some all by herself. The woman might have broken 


the awful news by degrees; she might have asked her 


to come down to the parlor and see the other girls, 
and walk around in the halls, and get a little exercise; 
as for a little country girl to be shut up in a room for 
several hours alone, would be almost more than she 
could bear under ordinary circumstances; but she sent 
the dart like an arrow to her heart, saying, “He will 
never come again; I have just paid him for you, and 
how you belong to me, and I want you to dress in 
these clothes and come down to the parlor.” She was 
frightened and wondered what it all meant, but was 
afraid not to obey, and the truth never dawned on her 


until she went down to the parlor and got into conver- — 


sation with the men; and then she sat and cried, not 
knowing that that was the worst thing she could do; 
as it marked her as a new girl. In her ignorance, she 
did not know that there was any way that she could 
ever get out; and after she did find out, the thought 
“that she was not fit to ever go home,” and that “she 
could never tell them the story,” made her stay there. 

-To make a long story short, she became hardened 
in sin, and stayed in that house for three years, and 
came out a physical wreck. Some missionaries in 
Birmingham found her and sent her to Hope Cottage; 
but she was in such a diseased condition we had to 
send her right on to the hospital, and the examining 
physician was very cross that we had brought -him 
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the Lord! She got blessedly saved and stayed with us 
some time, until she was well and wanted to go out to 


work. 


TWO HAPLESS ORPHANS. 
(The following article was published in a Memphis Journal 
in 1897). 

“At 161 Union Street there are two little orphan 
twin girls between seven and eight years of age who 
are homeless but not friendless. There is a pathetic 
little story connected with their history which is ex- 
ceedingly touching. Some years ago a worthy Irish- 
man, the very picture of Scanlan, settled among the 
mountains of Alabama with his bride, a rosy-cheeked 
dark-eyed French girl. In time two little girls, Mary 
and Martha Bryant, came to bless this home. 

“The father died and the mother, a frail flower, 
faded away and died in a hospital when the babes 
were ten months old. There were no relatives that 
could be found, and Mrs. F——a kind hearted mother, 
the wife of a well-to-do mechanic, took the children 
and kept them all these years until last week when she 
too, died and left these little ones motherless a second 
time. They are beautiful children and exceptionally 
smart. Tlfey have the curly, golden hair of the father, 
-and the dark eyes of the mother, together with her 
rosy complexion. They have been well brought up, 
and have been christened in the Episcopal Church. If 
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children to brighten their home, they may be secured 
by furnishing satisfactory reference for the god-parents 
and assurance that the children will be reared properly 
in a Christian home.” - 

The children were adopted the second time in the 
family of Mr. and Mrs. W——of Memphis, Tennessee. 
They were reared and educated as their own daughters 
but when they were about eighteen years of age the 
second foster mother died, and a foster uncle who was 
loved and trusted, started Mary on the downward road, 
and at the age of nineteen she became a mother. 

Her foster father then arranged to send her sister 
and herself to a Catholic convent in St. Louis, Missouri, ~ 
but they were rescued by some workers in a little Holi- 
ness mission and Mary was taken to their own home 
and cared for as a sister. She was taught the way of 
salvation and soon repented with godly sorrow for 
sin which worked out repentance unto salvation not 
to be repented of. Living in a sanctified family, who 
had the kind that worked in the family relation and 
put folks about them under conviction, and attending 
these missions, she soon felt the need of a clean heart. 
She saw that she needed to be sanctified wholly that 
her life might be consecrated to God, so yielding up 
all, in perfect abandonment to God, she received the 
baptism of the Holy Ghost which sanctifies the heart. 

Then the Lord laid His hand on her for service. 
People tried to persuade her to leave the little humble 
home of the missionaries, but His call and His spirit 


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were upon her. She had a good musical education 
and the Lord needed her in the little mission and on 
the streets to preach to those who sat in darkness aud 
in the shadow of death. So she, like Moses, chose to 
suffer affliction with the people of God rather than to 
enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season. Evening after 
evening she might be seen with the faithful little band 
preaching on the streets and going into the highways 
and hedges seking the lost, and later in the evening at 
the little mission playing the organ and singing the 
gospel songs, testifying, praying and preaching Jesus. 
She read about Salvation Park Campmeeting in the 
Revivalist and wanted to come but had no money, 
but as she prayed, the Lord opened the way for her to 
come to Hope Cottage and she arrived a few weeks 
ahead of time, and was here ready for the campaign 
in the streets of the city. 

In the meantime Orpha had been praying that the 
Lord would give her somebody from the Home to work 
with her, and when she met Mary, she said, “Now it 
may be that this is the girl You are going to give me.” 
We say, “Who knoweth whether thou are come to the 
Home for such a time as this?” and, “It shall come 
to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit 
upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters 
shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your 
young men shall see visions: And also upon the serv- 


ants and upon the handmaids in those days will I 
pour out wy Spirit.” 


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GLADYS. 


Gladys was born in a humble home and of Christian 
parents, but was left an orphan at twelve. She found 
a home with a married brother, whose wife was unkind 
to her. At thirteen she ran away from this home, in ~ 
short dress and pinafore. She found her way to the 
station and boarded the train with just thirty cents in 
her pocket. When the conductor came around to take 
up the tickets, the little girl in the sun bonnet had 
none. She had never thought of a ticket, and perhaps 
did not know that one was required. She presented 
the thirty cents and told him she did not know where 
to go, but had started out to find a home. He had a 
friend who wanted a nurse-girl, so he took her there. 
Thus she found a home with a family of Jews. She 
lived with them for four years, and while there met a 
man who won her affections. Socially, he occupied a 
station above her, but promised to marry her, and she 
believed him. She fell sick at this juncture. In the 
place where she lived there were no hospitals with 
charity wards, and after months of sickness and de- 
lirium she found when convalescent that he had paid 
her hospital bill. Thus by his kindness he won her con- 
fidence, and never suggested anything wrong, but said 
that his people opposed their marriage, so they would 
go to Denver, Colorado, and be married there. She 
went away happy-hearted, fully trusting the man who 
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from friends and home, he told her that he could not 
marry her yet, but would love her and take care of her 
until the time came that he could do so. She fell into 
this trap set by Satan and lived with him for four 
years. At the end of that time they returned to the 
East. Turning her face homeward, her mind reverted 
to her childhood, and a longing to again hear from 
home caused the tears to flow unbidden. She decided 
to write to her brother, who had long since mourned 
her as dead. She wrote and learned in reply that her 
brother was no more, but that his dying prayer was 
that God would find his little wandering sister if she 
yet lived. To him she was ever the little girl in short 
frock and pinafore, ignorant and innocent alike of the 
ways of the world. This news melted her heart, and 
she told her betrayer she must leave him. She had 
long since ceased pleading with him to marry her; but 
away down in her heart there was a ray of hope that 
he would do so when he found that she was really 
about to go; but his heart was hard, and no doubt ere 
this some other motherless child has fallen a victim to 
his devices. “O Lord God, to whom vengeance belong- 
eth, . . . how long shall the wicked triumph?” 

When she left him he gave her a little money ; she used 
this to come to Cincinnati, rent a couple of rooms and 
furnish them for light housekeeping. She secured a 
place to sew for Cloak Company, and lived a clean, 
moral life. While in sin she had formed the morphine 
habit ; this she gave up and in her own strength tried to 


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live an upright life in every particular. One day a 
sick girl came along and begged to be taken in. Gladys 
remembered the time when she, too, was homeless and 
friendless so she complied out of pity. In the course 
of events a fight occurred in front of the tenement 
house in which.they lived, and a man was seriously 
injured. All the occupants of the tenement were ar- 
rested, the case was continued and they were sent to 
jail. Gladys and the sick girl were among the num- 
ber. Some one paid the bond of the latter, but Gladys 
had no one to help her, so she told this girl to sell a 
piece of the furniture and bail her out, but she await- 
ed bail in vain. Eventually the trial came off, she 
was discharged and went back to her rooms. She found 
them empty, everything had been sold or taken. She 
sought the girl out and desired an explanation with 
the result that the quondam friend called a policeman 
and told him that Gladys was a sporting girl who had 
come there to raise a disturbance. She was arrested 
and sent from Police Court to the Work House. 

It was while there that she heard of Hope Cottage, 
and wrote asking us to come to see her. We took the 
letter to the Judge of Police Court and he turned her 
over to us. She came to the Home one Saturday and 
on Sunday morning she was gloriously saved in the 
Tabernacle during Sunday-school. She first tried 
straightening up in her own strength and that was 
hard. Now He has straightened up her heart and she 
finds it easy to go on in victory in His strength, and 
is just bubbling over with praises to God. When I told 


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her I wished to write a little sketch of her life but 
should only use her first name she said, “Use 1 all 
if that would make my story a greater warning to other 
wandering ones.” “The way of transgressors is hard,” 
but “He preseryeth the way of His saints.” 


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THY FATHER’S CHILD. 


*Tis thine own Father’s child, 
Who hath wandered away, 
O’er the mountains of sin 
That delectable day, 
So entrancing to some, 
That from home and from God 
They have wandered afar, 
Thorny paths they have trod. 


*Tis thine own Father's child, 
One for whom Jesus died, 
Think of Calvary’s mount, 
Of thy Lord crucified, 
Shall His death be in vain, 
For this child of His care? 
Go and bid her come in, 
God’s rich blessing to share. 


’Tis thine own Father’s child, 
Thro’ the darkness of night 
Struggles wearily on 
Seeking some ray of light. 
“As ye do to the least, 
Ye have done unto Me,” 
Go and seek for the lost, 
And sin’s captive set free.—Sel. 


CHPTER XIV. 
A Father to the Fatherless, 


“Thou are the helper of the fatherless.”—Ps. 10:14. 


Hallie was left an orphan at a very early age and had 
to go out among strangers to find a home and earn a 
livelihood. She had no mother to plan for or help her 
off to school, or to tuck her snugly in bed, and kiss her 
good night and wish her pleasant dreams after her 
evening prayer had been said. Her part was to toil 
for others that they might have the advantages that 
she was denied, consequently she had to work very hard, 
often making a field hand, for she lived in the country. 

She did not know many people, did not have many 
friends, but trusted those with whom she had found 
a home and the father in that home who should have 
watched over her as tenderly as his own young daugh- 
ter was the author of her shame. When she realized 
her condition she could only wonder what would be- 
come of her, her troubled brain could plan no avenue of 
escape. 

If she had ever heard the pathetic story in song, 


“Some mother’s child, tarnished, defiled; 
’ §Strayed from the old home away, 
Loved ones are there, pleading in prayer, 
Praying for you all the day,” 
it would have brought no comfort to her heart. There 
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was no home in the first place, and no parents to whom 
she could go and pour out her sorrow and of whom she 
could ask forgiveness and no loved ones to plead for 
her in prayer. 

There was one who had been kind to her, and who 
had occasionally walked home with her from her 
work, and sometimes carried the heavy pail ot water 
from the spring at the foot of the hill. There had 
sprung up a hope in her heart that some day he might 
make a little home for her where she might have some 
of the love bestowed on her that she had seen come into 
other lives, so her heart turned to him but she could 
not tell him anything like that, if she did that would 
put an end to all her fond dreams. 

But the time came when something must be done, 
so she went to a sister of this friend and poured out 
the sorrow of her heart to her, and she, not knowing 
what to do, took the brother into her confidence and 
they arranged for her to come to Christ’s Hospital, 
but she, not being a hospital case, was sent to Hope 
Cottage, and that is how we came to know Hallie, 
whom we all learned to love so well, and who learned 
to love Jesus so much. 

When she heard of His great love for her, how He 
would forgive her and love her still, it just broke her 
all up. It was not hard for her to come to Jesus, she 
had no one else to go to; no one had ever loved her-like. 
that, to forgive her and love her sti‘\, and she did not 
hesitate to give Him her whole heart. When she 


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learned that He required a surrendered life, that He 
might sanctify the heart and make it a fit temple for 
the indwelling of the Holy Ghost; she gladly surrender- 
ed all and He sanctified her wholly; hallelujah! Soon 
the sunshine of heavenly love shone out through her 
countenance, for had she not found a Friend to help her 
in her time of trouble? She was so glad to cast all 
her care on Him, who careth for us; as soon as she 
learned that it was her happy privilege to do so, and 
she has never betrayed Him who has done so much for 
her. 

We had some young girls in the Home at the time 
that were unsaved and they tried her sorely; but she 
never lost the victory. She was so happy that I do 
not think she ever suspected that they meant to tease 
her. She loved every one so much that she could not 
harbor a suspicious thought of any one else. She stayed 
in the Home six or eight months, and one bright morn- 
ing in May we walked down to the car line together, 
to see one of the girls off who had been in the Home 
about the same length of time. This girl was going out 
of the city to a home the Lord had opened for her and 
her baby. The tears were rolling down Hallie’s cheeks 
as she said, “Mother, I feel like it might be my time 
to go next and it almost breaks my heart to think 
about it.” The time came about two months later, 
when one of our missionaries was going to her home in 
the east fora rest, and took Lallie and her three 
month’s old baby to live in the home of one of the little 
band of saints there. 


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How she did enjoy the fellowship of the saints! 

She was working for small wages but while she was 
there, about nine months, she put about $35.00 of her 
own earnings into the work of the Lord, besides col- 
lecting nearly $500.00 for the Holiness church they 
- were building. We asked her how she managed to do 
it. She said, “Well, people gave “Elmer Duff” and me 
all the clothes we needed and then I had my money for 
the work, and as to the collection, I just prayed as 
well as worked and the Lord gave me the money.” 

The brother and sister with whom she lived were 
called to India as missionaries, and when they broke 
up housekeeping to go, Hallie came back to Hope 
Cottage for a short time. Then the Lord opened: the 
way for. her to have a real home; a sister who came to 
Camp Meeting last summer from Ohio, took her home 
with her, and has been a real mother to her; and the 
little Holiness Church three miles distant, is the Bethel 
of her soul. 

She was powerful in prayer; we have seen her travail 
for souls until she would seem exhausted physically. 
She was hungry for a greater knowledge of God’s 
Word, and I think there was not a time during her last 
stay in the Home that she was not ready, notebook 
in hand, when the bell rang at half past three for the 
Bible class in the Tabernacle. 

We heard recently from one who lives about ten 
miles from Hallie’s home, who had never seen her, 
but had heard of the life she was living there and they 
wanted a girl from Hope Cottage. Praise the Lord! 


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“Ye are our epistles, known and read of all men.” 

Our latest news of Hallie comes through the sister 
with whom she has been living. She says, “I know it 
must give you great joy when you hear of one like 
Hallie who keeps true. Just think what her life was 
and might have continued to be, had it not been for 
Hope Cottage. Yes, she is married. We gave her a 
nice wedding. The ceremony took place at four o’clock 
in the afternoon in the presence of about forty of her 
friends. She was married by a Holy Ghost minister 
to a Holy Ghost husband and I truly believe they will 
lead a holy, happy life.” 


HOW BABY FOUND A HOME FOR HIMSELF. 

Luretta became an orphan so young that she had no 
recollection of her parents. She seems to have had no 
relations and found a home among strangers, where 
the father of the family wrought her ruin. When she 
was about to become a mother she was sent to this city. 
After the birth of the child she became insane and was 
in the City Hospital for weeks, receiving treatment. 
While there, she heard of the Home and when discharg- 
ed she came to us with her little skeleton-like baby. 
It was so emaciated that its pitiful appearance haunted 
one who had once seen it, reminding them of the famine 
waifs of India. To our surprise, it lived and grew, but 
never became plump while with us. We soon realized 
that the mother who was weakened in mind and body 
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too, and prayed earnestly that the Lord would cpen up 
a Christian home for Arthur. The Lord answered, and 
Sister Payne, our missionary, boarded the train with 
her little protege, followed by many prayers and after 
a half-day’s travel, reached the town where she was to 
meet the foster-mother, and placed baby in his new 
home, about two and a half miles in the country. We 
feared they should be disappointed, as baby was yet piti- 
ful looking, but they were delighted instead, and said, 
over and over again, “He is going to be our very own!” 
So he had a warm welcome, was tenderly kissed and 
fondled, snugly wrapped and carried in loving arms 
over hills and valleys to the quiet little country home 
which was henceforth to be brightened by his presence. 

Weeks and months rolled by, and we occasionally 
heard that baby was much loved and was doing well, but 
one day a sad letter came saying, the home was broken 
up, and that we should have to come and get baby. 
Sister Payne again boarded the train, but, when she 
reached the little country home found it deserted. She 
was told that the foster-father and baby were at his 
mother’s a mile and a half away, so guided by a neigh- 
bor woman, she walked over the hills, and on arrival 
found the sweetest, plumpest, little fellow, with a 
golden curl on his forehead just like the picture. She 
looked at it in amazement and could scarcely realize 
it was the same baby. Its little wardrobe was soon 
gathered together, and then came the leave-taking. The 
foster-father had just come from the mines and was all 


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grimy and could not take baby in his arms, although 
he cried to come, seeming to realize that it was a time 
of no ordinary importance. As Sister Payne would © 
be in town over night he decided to clean up, take the 
train and come in to say goodbye. He missed the train 
and walked three miles to hold the baby in his arms 
again and give it a parting kiss. He said baby’s leave- 
taking was one of the hardest trials of his life. It 
would have been hard on baby too, only he was looking 
for him to come back right away. He rested awhile 
contentedly in Sister Payne’s arms as she waited in 
the hotel sitting room; but the faces were all strange 
and “papa” failed to put in his appearance. Presently 
a man and wife came into the room to attend to some 
business. Baby jumped and cooed, but failed to attract 
the attention of the man in question who was about to 
leave the room. At this juncture, baby lifted up his 
arms and voice, puckered up his little mouth and cried, 
as if his heart would break. The man’s attention was 
secured at last, and he took baby. Then the missionary 
explained that she noticed on his part a marked re 
semblance to the foster-father which accounted for 
baby’s conduct. No persuasion would induce baby to 
leave his new found friend, but on the contrary he just 
nestled closer, so the gentleman carried him out on the 
porch. The wife came in presently saying, “I think 
the fascination is mutnal, and that he enjoys baby as 
much as baby enjoys him.” He then came in with his 
new encumbrance in his arms and said, “I suppose 


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you wouldn’t part with baby again.” [We need not. 
have done so if we had a Children’s Home.] She re- 
plied that we should have to do so sooner or later. 
Then the wife said, “We have often talked of adopting 
a baby if we could find the right one, and I believe we 
have done so (or rather, the “right one” had found 
them), and now I am just waiting for my husband 
to decide; as for me, I want this one.” 

They were to pray about it and decide later, so the 
missionary took baby to give him his supper and make 
him ready for bed. As soon as this was done the new 
foster-father sent for him and he himself rocked him 
to sleep, so baby wasn’t homeless a single night, but in 
a few hours won his way to the hearts of new-found 
friends and found a home for himself. Since Sister 
Payne’s return we have had letters from the new foster- 
parents saying, “We think he is the sweetest and best 
baby that ever lived.” So you see Arthur is not only 
attractive at first sight, but improves on acquaintance. 
Aaving been successful in finding a home for himself, 
he evidently means to endeavor to keep it through his 
good conduct. Pray that he may not only “be good” 
now as an innocent baby, but that as he grows older 
he may let Jesus make him just what he ought to be 
at heart. 


Homeless now was baby Arthur, 
But a stranger could not see 

That he had a single trouble, 
For he was so full of glee. 


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He had caught a glimpse of some one 
That he thought was papa dear; 

And his face lit up with sunshine, 
"Twas his way to say, “Come here.” 


But the stranger did not notice 
Baby Arthur’s coaxing smile; 
He was talking with some people 

And was busy for awhile. 


Soon he finished all his business 
And was just about to leave, 

When the baby started crying, 
For his little heart did grieve. 


Then the stranger took the baby 
Up into his great, strong arms; 

And the baby nestling to him, 
Felt secure from all alarms. 


While the baby there was resting, 
Now so happy, and content, 

God the Father up in Heaven, 
Ministering angels sent, 


Causing strange and deep emotions, 
And the man’s mind wandered back 

To the little country farm-house 
Where he’d always felt a lack. 


Never was there childish prattle 
Wakening the silence deep; 

Never good-night kisses given 
Lulling little ones to sleep. 


Then the baby looked up to him 
With that rosy dimpled face, 
He was now no longer homeless, 

In one heart he’d found a place. 


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While the cooing and the smiling 
Both played an important part, 

Yet it was the little tear-drop 
That so touched the stranger’s heart. 


While this one dear little baby 
Found himself a loving friend, 

Yet there are so many orphans 
Whom none shelter and defend. 


So we’re praying to our Father 
That He’ll give a Children’ Home, 

That these little friendless darlings 
Shall no longer have to roam. 


Pray about it brother, sister, 
Just ask God what you should do, 
And perhaps the Lord will whisper, 
“There’s a part in this for you.” 


The above poem was written by Stella Wood, a Bible 
School student, when hearing the story of little Arthur. 


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TO THE RESCUE. 


As we journey by the wayside, 
Rushing onward to and fro, 
Oh, the many we may rescue 
Fom the path of sin and woe; 
Sad and lonely, heavy-hearted, 
None to heed their plaintive cry, 
Can we leave them thus to perish? 
Can we pass them coldly by? 


They are thirsting for the water, 
That their souls may drink and live; 
They are longing for the comfort 
That a better life will give; 
Hear the pleading voice of mercy, 
Bending now her loving eye, 
Jesus will not leave them friendless, 
He will never pass them by. 


Once He journeyed by the wayside, 
Praise and glory to His name! 
Richest blessing, sweetest comfort, 
Filled the soul where’er He came; 
And the poorest of the creatures 
That to Him for refuge fly, 
Tho’ a heartless world forsake them, 
He will never pass them by.—Sel. 


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CHAPTER XV 


Hungry Hearts, 


“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a 
contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.”—Ps. 51:17. 


_ A saved and sanctified girl who had been doing gen- 
eral housework in a family in Cincinnati, went on a 
visit to S . Like her Master, she was on the alert 
for an opportunity to do good, and when she heard of 
sickness in a certain family she offered her services 
to help care for the sick. As ske sat up at night, or 
busied herself in the sick chamber, redeeming love was 
her theme, and as a result Oshea, the daughter in the 
home, got so heart-hungry that she confided in the 
sister, telling her all about her trouble. She had been 
led astray through promise of marriage; the little baby 
died and she was disgraced, heart-broken and ready to 
give up. 

When the sister told her about Hope Cottage, she 
was ready to lay hold of the opportunity as a drowning 
man clutches at a straw, and said, “Oh, would they let 
me go there?” When told that we would, as that is 
what the Home is for, she didn’t wait to write, but 
came right on. She was a seeker from the time she 
arrived, and came through the second day singing, 


“T heard the blessed story, 
Of Him who died to save; 


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The love of Christ swept o’er me, 
My all to Him I gave.” 


Then she hungered for a clean heart, met conditions 
and took up this strain, 


“IT plunge beneath this fountain, 
That cleanseth white as snow; 
It pours from Calv’ry’s mountain ; 
With blessing in its flow.” 


She was soon out working for Jesus. We were al- 
most astonished ourselves at her stirring testimonies. 
One evening in particular, we were late for the street 
meetings; when we reached the Mission the last band 
had gone out. We had just a few of the young girls 
with us; the others had gone down earlier. Brother 
Standley said, “Well, I have no permit for you; but go 
over on Plum street; I think it will be all right.” We 
had no musical instrument with us, and no one espe- 
cially gifted in song, but we had the God of Israel and 
He gave us a blessed meeting, although our going out 
was something like that of David with his sling and 
stones. The Lord poured out His Spirit upon Oshea 
and she sang as I had never heard her sing before; she 
seemed to throw here whole body as well as spirit into 
it. We had a good crowd and three held up their 
' hands for prayer; two of these went with us to the 
Mission, went to the altar and were saved. 

When Hallie came home for Camp-meeting she told 
us that she was soon to be married and that she wanted 
Oshea to take her place in the family that had fur- 
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thought she would go straight through and did not 
provide her with extra money for lodging on the way. 
By mistake she failed to take a through train, and on 
her arrival at F she was surprised to learn that 
she should have to wait there till next morning. She 
felt her helplessness in a strange place and with very 
little money in her purse, but she relied on God and 
asked Him to help her. A brakeman standing by of- 
fered to take her to a safe lodging, but it proved to Le 
a saloon, and she said, “Oh, no; I can’t go in there.” 
She then started down the street, hoping to find a 
cheap, respectable place, and upon seeing a kind-faced 
woman standing in the doorway of a grocery she felt 


impressed to inquire of her. When this woman learned 
that she was on her way to Mrs. C———’s, she said, 
“Why, I know Mrs. C 
I will take care of you.” Only a few people in F 
know Mrs. C , but God really answered her 
prayer by directing her to one of them. 

The following is an extract from a letter by Mrs. C.: 

“We have for neighbors two dear old people who are 
saved and sanctified. They are so burdened for souls 
that they, too, want a girl full of the Holy Ghost and 
faith, who knows how to pray and shout and sing and 
testify to whai God can do for poor sinners who will 
give up sin and let God have His way with them. 
Oshea is a precious girl; we love her dearly and will 
be a real father and mother to her.” 

You see that Oshea’s life is not what it used to be. 


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We give God all the glory for the transformation. 
“He satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry 
soul with goodness.” 


“HE HEALETH THE BROKEN IN HEART.” 


Lucy was one of our dearest girls. She had been 
carefully reared in a Christian home and her remorse 
of conscience was all the greater. She not only carried 
the burdens of her own disgrace and that of her family, 
but also that of having brought reproach on the Name 
of Christ. 

Before girls are convicted of sin their sorrow is not 
godly sorrow that worketh repentance unto salvation, 
not to be repented of, but it is the sorrow of the world 
which worketh death. Sometimes we feared for Lucy’s 
life, unless her sorrow became godly sorrow, which 
would work out repentance. She wept all day and 
sobbed herself to sleep at night; we talked with her 
and prayed with her, hoping to get her eyes off herself 
and her friends and on God. One evening we became 
alarmed about her condition and were afraid to go 
to sleep and leave her alone, so we asked her to come 
and sleep in our room. As she had not yet gotten to 
a place where she could pour out her heart to God, we 
just encouraged her to pour it out to us, and she talked 
nearly all night, giving vent to her pent up sorrows. 

She was betrayed under promise of marriage, and 
hoped up to the time she left home that that promise 
would be fulfilled, but the time came that something 


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must be done, and she left, heart broken, for Hope Cot- 
tage. I shall never forget our first sight of Lucy! We 
were called over to the “Bible School” to see a girl who 
had come to us. When we entered the room there sat 
Lucy, with swollen face anda big blue eyes red with cry- 
ing (a sight that became familiar enough afterwards) 
and the tears were rolling down Sister Standley’s face 
in sympathy. However, the time came when Lucy’s 
countenance changed and there was not a brighter, 
happier girl in Hope Cottage than she was. When she 
was saved she became a blessing to our souls. 

She thought it would kill her parents to know of her 
trouble and she felt it would kill her to have them turn 
against her, but the time came when she thought it best 
to confide in her sister. If she were cast off her parents 
were never to know what became of her, but the Lord 
was working and answering prayer, so the sister for- 
gave her and was only sorry that she had not known 
before so she could have helped her to bear her sorrow 
all those weary months. 


That opened the way to break the sad news to the 


parents, who had trusted Lucy so fully that they rather 
leaned on her to help them carry their burdens. After 
the first shock was over, they longed to have-Lucy come 
home, that they might have her with them during her 
trouble and comfort her, who had so often comforted 
‘them when they were cast down. Lucy left us a very 
different girl; she had given her heart to God; her sins 
were under the Blood; her parents had forgiven her; 


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her sisters loved her, and she was on her way home, 
praise the Lord! 

“And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned 
against Heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more 
worthy to be called thy son. But the father said, Bring 
forth the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring 
on his hand, and shoes on his feet; and bring hither the 
fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat and be merry; 
for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was 
lost, and is found.” 


AGNES. 

How this name, which means “chaste,” ever came to 
be applied to her I know not. Denied a father’s pro- 
tection through sin and a mother’s love through death, 
she was, indeed, doubly orphaned. The mother died 
in the hospital when Agnes was born, and the father, 
of course, never recognized the little one, so she was 
taken by some of her mother’s relatives. They died and 
she found a home among strangers, 

She was quick and amiable and when quite young 
could help much with the children and the house-work. 
They were kind to her, and as-it was all the home she 
had, she loved and trusted them. The husband was a 
professed Christian and superintendent of the village 
Sunday school. Agnes attended the Sunday school to 
help care for the other children and to be taught of 
God. When she had been with them for four years 
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her seducer. Then the time came that she must leave 
the place that had been her home and the people who 
were her only friends. How sad that only friends so 
often prove false friends! As she planned and devised 
ways of escape her throbbing brain and aching heart 
must have appealed to the Friend of sinners, for He sent 
an evangelist that way. Praise the Lord, some are going 
out into the highways and hedges and out-of-the-way 
places! The evangelist circulated some copies of the 
Revivalist and one fell into Agnes’ hands. 

She was so overjoyed at this open door that she did 
not wait to write and ask if she might come to the 
Home, but made her way across the country for fifty 
miles to the railroad station and after travelling all 
day and night arrived at Hope Cottage. She was so- 
overcome with gratitude over the warm reception, that 
she sobbed like a child when we kissed her and sent her 
off to a comfortable bed to find the physical rest she 
so much needed. 

On the following morning the breakfast bell rang 
at seven o’clock, as usual. Agnes came down to the 
dining-room along with more than twenty other girls. 
All stood and sang a verse or two of some familiar 
hymn and Sister Payne was called upon to ask a bless- 
ing upon the food. The Lord poured out His Spirit 
upon her and she prayed until the chairs were turned 
into altars. Girls became more hungry for God than for 
food, breakfast was forgotten and for two and a half 
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several of the girls were swept into the kingdom. At 
half past nine we were ready for breakfast, with the 
exception of some who had so recently eaten of the 
Bread of Life that they forgot the temporal. Agnes was 
among the number and now her name is no more a mis- 
nomer, for her heart has been cleansed in the Blood of . 
the Lamb. She said, “Now, Mother, you can write 
them of my safe arrival and that I have found not only 
a temporal refuge, but have anchored my soul in the 
Haven of Rest.” 


AN INCIDENT OF JUBILEE DAY. 

After the wonderful service of the day, Myrtle, a new 
girl, rather timid, and only a child in age, who had 
been in the Home but a few days, asked me if she might 
see me after supper. And what do you suppose her 
request was? “Mother, may I go to the altar tonight?” 
She was so hungry that she wanted to seek God, but 
she had not been with us long enough to realize that 
girls like her were privileged to go to the altar in the 
Tabernacle service. She went to the altar and was 
sweetly saved, by Him who has said, “Him that cometh 
unto Me, I will in no wise cast out.” 

I do not remember that she lost the victory more 
than once while in the Home. Then a little trouble 
arose among the young girls (she is about sixteen), 
but they soon repented and asked each other’s forgive- 
ness; God forgave them and they went on their way 
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‘When she went out to work, I thought her scarcely 
strong enough, but she wanted to go and help for a 
few weeks in a hospital where she had once been very 
kindly cared for. She found the work hard, but when 
cross words were spoken to her by the other “help” 
she did not get mad, but instead asked the Lord, in a 
little silent prayer, to please help her. 

One Sunday evening she came in while we were hav- 
ing a little service in the chapel and blessed our souls 
by her bright face and testimony. In it she said that 
she prays with her room-mates every evening; that a 
short time ago she would have staid away from prayer- 
meeting if she thought she would be called on to pray, 
but now she is ready to pray anywhere, and sometimes 
he supernitendent of the hospital does call on her to 
pray in their services. She spoke of never having been 
perfectly free until the day we buried poor Lizzie. As 
she came back from the cemetery the Lord seemed to 


speak to her in a special way. Like Lizzie, she, too, - 


was a lonely little orphan; but she isn’t lonely any 
incre since the Comforter has come. 


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THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW. 


“Come, now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: 
Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as 
snow ; though they be red, like crimson, they shall be as wool.” 
—Isa. 1:18. 


In the early part of the war, one dark Saturday 
morning in the dead of winter there died at the Com- 
mercial Hospital, Cincinnati, a young woman over 
whose head only two-and-twenty summers had passed. 
She had once been possessed of an enviable share of 
beauty; had been, as she herself said, “flattered and 
sought for the charms of her face;” but, alas! upon 
her fair brow had long been written that terrible word 
—fallen! Once the pride of respectable parents, her 
first wrong step was the small beginning of the “same 
old story over again,” which has been the only life 
history of thousands. Highly educated and accom- 
plished in manners, she might have shone in the best 
of society. But the evil hour that proved her ruin was 
but the door from childhood ; and having spent a young 
life in disgrace and shame, the poor friendless one died 
the melancholy death of a broken hearted outcast. 

Among her personal effects was found, in manu- 
script, the “Beautiful Snow.” 

Oh! the snow the beautiful snow. 
Filling the sky and earth below, 
Over the housetops, over the street, 


Over the heads of the people you meet; 
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Beautiful snow! It can do no wrong; 

Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek, 

Clinging to lips in frolicsome freak ; 

Beautiful snow from Heaven above, 

Pure as an angel, gentle as love! 

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow, 

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go, 

Whirling about in maddening fun; 

It plays in. its glee with every one; 
Chasing—Laughing—Hurrying by. 


It lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye; 
And e’en the dogs with a bark and a bound 
Snap at the crystals as they eddy around; 
The town is alive, and its heart is aglow, 
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow! 
How wildly the crowd goes swaying along, 
Hailing each other with humor and song; 
How the gay sleighs like meteors flash by: 
Ringing—Swinging—Dashing they go. 
Over the crust of the beautiful snow; 


Snow so pure when it falls from the sky, 

To be trampled in mud by the crowd passing by 

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet, 

Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street, 

Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell, 

Fell like the snow flakes from Heaven to hell; 

Fell to be trampled as filth on the street, 

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat; 
Pleading—Cursing—Dreading to die. 


Selling my soul to whoever would buy; 

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread, 

Hating the living and fearing the dead. 

Merciful God, have I fallen so low? 

And yet I was once liye the beautiful snow. 

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow, 

With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow; 

Ounce I was loved for innocent grace— 

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face! 
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God and myself I have lost by my fal; 

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by, 

Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh; 

Of all that is on or about me I know, 

There is nothing so pure as the beautiful snow. 

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow, 

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go! 

How strange it should be when the night comes again. 
Fainting—Freezing—Dying alone. 


Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan, 

To be heard in the streets of the crazy town, 

Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming down; 

To be and to die in my terrible woe, 

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow. 

Helpless and foul as the trampled snow, 

Sinner, despair not! Christ stoopeth low 

To rescue the soul that is lost in sin, 

And raise it to life and enjoyment again, 
Groaning—Bleeding—Dying for thee, 


The crucified hung on the cursed tree! 

His accents of mercy fell soft on thine ear, 

“Is there mercy for me? Will He heed my weak prayer? 
O God! in the stream that for sinners did flow, 

Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.” 


“And without shedding of blood there is no remission.” 

“But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have 
fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ, His 
Son, cleanseth us from all sin.”—Hes. 9:22; 1 JoHn 1:6-7. 


CHAPTER XVI 
A New Master. 


“Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”—Ps. 51: 7. 


A few years ago death entered a little home in Ire- 
land, and the father and mother were taken, and the 
home broken up, and orphaned Lizzie was sent to the 
Catholic sisters in St. Louis, who got her a home 
where she lived for two and a half years. Then her new 
home was broken up by death and Lizzie was adrift on 
the world. She finally landed in Cincinnati minus 
health, hope and innocence. Homeless, penniless, 
friendless and sick, she was directed to the Bible 
School Mission, where she was told about Hope Cot- 
tage. When she found that she could really conie 
she could not be prevailed on to wait until the service 
closed at the mission. She seemed to be afraid that 
something might happen to hinder her coming. So the 
sister in charge turned the meeting over to someone 
else and brought her to Hope Cottage. Could she have 
had the protecting shelter of a Rescue Home when her 
own was first broken up by death, her career might 
have been different. The devil has his gilded houses of 
sin and when a girl gets into trouble he has his land- 
ladies, who open their doors and invite them in, and 


this is the kind of home that was opened to poor Lizzie. 
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She at first seemed timid and afraid, as though she 
-had not been accustomed to kindness, but soon learned 

to trust us, and her heart overflowed with gratitude. 
She came to Jesus like a little child, who, too tired to 
play, just gives up all of its toys willingly and lets 
mother tuck it into bed with a “God bless you” anda 
good-night kiss, dropping off to sleep to dream of happy 
days to come. Lizzie seemed to be so tired of it all 
that she did not want to hold on to a single gilded toy; 
she only wanted the kiss of pardon, that the heavy 
burden of sin might be lifted off her troubled heart and 
she might be ready to lie down to sleep with bright 
anticipations of the bright, happy home that Jesus has 
gone to prepare. 

When we register the girls, we always take the ad- 
dress of some friend to whom we can write in case of 
sickness or death. Poor Lizzie said, “I have no friends. 
In case of death, if you could just get me buried it 
would be all right.” That is just the way the devil 
does. He robs one of everything, so they haven’t even 
one friend to mourn their miserable death. But Lizzie 
has a new Master now; she has found a friend in 
Jesus, who is everything to her. He has given her a 
good home, and has promised to-take her to live with 
Him some day, if she is faithful. Hallelujah! 

We thought that with kindness and care she would 
soon get stronger, and we took her case to the Lord 
definitely for healing, but did not seem to get the faith 
for her and she grew weaker every day. Sometimes 


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she would get up and come down to the morning prayer 
service when she did not feel like it, saying she wanted 
to hear Mother pray. Jesus had taught Lizzie how to 
pray, too. One evening we were standing around the 
supper table singing praises to God, as is our custom 
before thanking Him for our food and asking Him to 
bless everyone who contributed anything to it; espec: 
ially those who have denied themselves that our needs. 
might be supplied. While we were praying, Lizzie 
fainted and fell unconscious to the floor. The girls 
carried her in and laid her on the bed, and she was 
not able to get up again. 

Next morning she said, “Oh, Mother, wasn’t it good 
that I was saved last night; I might have died?” Her 
childlike faith and trust almost put us to shame. We 
took her to Christ’s Hospital in a few days, and there 
she met with the same kindness and gentleness she had 
received in the Home. The first time we went to see 
her she asked us to pray for the sick one beside her, 
saying, “She is so sick, and she asked me to pray for 
her, and I was so sick that I couldn’t pray.” The doctor 
told her that if she would just be patient and quiet he 
thought he could cure her. She replied, “I believe you 
can, for Mother prays for you every morning.” She 
has her little Testament on the table by her bed, and 
while her eyes are too weak to read much it is a great 
comfort to her, and when read to her she will listen 
with all the eagerness of a child. The last time we 
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helped everyone who came to Him in trouble. When 
we had finished reading we said, “Now, Lizzie, doesn’t 
it look like we can trust Him for everything?” She 
said in tears, “Yes, I tell Him about every pain and 
ache and just how I suffer, and ask Him if He will 
not just come and take me home.” When she read in 
the Revivalist how the Lord has saved some of the girls 
from sin it encouraged her heart. She says the story 
of her life always followed her everywhere she went, 
but that it never blessed anybody. 

We trust that God will spare her life and enable her 
to make its closing chapters such a blessing that the 
old record of sin and woe will sink into oblivion. We 
thank God it has done so, in so far as His record goes, 
for He says, “I will forgive their iniquities, and I will 
remember their sin no more.” 

Since writing the above, Lizzie has gone to be with 
Jesus. We visited her often as she lay in the hospital; 
her heart was full of praises and thanksgiving to God 
for His goodness to her, and was also grateful to the 
nurses and doctors, who were so kind. She was so 
afraid of causing extra trouble that she would seldom 
use the bell to call the nurse, but would say, “She will 
be in soon; she never forgets me.” At first she longed 
to get well, and looked forward to the time when she 
could come back home. It had been so long since she 
had had a home and friends that she fully appreciated 
hoth, and longed to get back and get ready for Camp- 
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if she were able to go; but when we saw that she was 
not going to get well, we asked her how it would be if, 
instead of coming back to “Hope Cottage,’ Jesus 
should send for her to come to that Home that He had 
gone to prepare for her, and her face lighted up at the 
thought, as she replied, “I should just love to go; I 

“should be glad if Jesus would take me tonight.” We 
went on to Camp-meeting, telling her that we should be 
back to see her, the Lord willing. 

We received a telephone message one evening saying, 
“Come, Lizzie is very low,’ and when we reached her 
bedside she said, “Mother, I couldn’t die without see- 
ing you. I wanted to tell you that everything is all 
right—that I haven’t a care; I am ready to go. Tell 
the girls to be good and true and never go back, but 
to meet me in Heaven.” We visited her several times 
as she lingered on the borderland, but too weak to 
talk, and on the night of the 28th of June she slipped 
away to Heaven. Her body was brought to the Home, 
and we told the undertaker that we wanted the simp- 
lest funeral possible, that we did not want any car- 
riages, but would go on the street car; and did not 
want any shroud. Loving hands went quietly through 
trunks and wardrobes, one contributing one article and 
another another until she was robed in pure white, 
symbolical of her blood-washed robes, washed and 
made white in the blood of the Lamb. Flowers were 
gathered from the beds in the yard and arranged by 


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Sister Storey held the funeral service; she had been 
strangely drawn to Lizzie ever since she met her one 
evening at the altar in the Tabernacle and she opened 
her heart to her just like a little child and told her a 
- little of her life, and that she was saved in “Hope Cot- 
tage” and now wanted to be sanctified wholly; she 
wanted a clean heart; she tarried until her soul was 
satisfied. At the funeral the Lord met with us and 
gave us a blessed little service and our hearts felt closer 
drawn to Him as we thought of His love and tender- 
ness and could almost imagine we heard Him say, “Her 
sins which were many are all forgiven.” Hallelujah! 
Her loneliness had so impressed our hearts that as we 
turned away from the lonely grave in the cemetery it 
all seemed in keeping with her life and the thought of 
loneliness followed her even beyond the pearly gates, 
as I thought of her standing alone and looking over 
the balustrades of Heaven waiting and watching for 
some one from “Hope Cottage;” but we know that 
there is no loneliness there. Hallelujah! 

Soon after she was laid away some one sent her a 
beautiful motto through the mail with these words, 
“My God shall supply all your need,” and we said, 
“Yes, thank God, every need has been supplied.” We 
hung it up on the chaptel wall, hoping that the story 
of the manifestation of this promise realized in Lizzie’s 
life might encourage some one who had been robbed of 
everything while serving the same hard master that 
Lizzie had served, to leave his service forever and 


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choose the good Master that she had chosen, for He 
says, “You cannot serve two master’s,” “Choose ye this 
day whom ye will serve.” 

Once while she lay sick in a hospital, the madam of a 
sporting house while visiting her girls, found Lizzie, 
and giving her her address told her to come to her 
when she got well, and she would give her a good 
home and good wages; unsuspectingly, Lizzie just 
stepped into this net spread to snare her, never dream- 
ing that she was entering a gilded house of sin. But 
we praise the Lord that one day these same doors of 
sin which opened to receive her, closed behind her for- 
ever, and she entered the door of “Hope Cottage” that 
she might prepare to enter the pearly gates. 


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GO LEAD THEM TODAY. 


O pity the erring; 

How little we know 
Their moments of anguish, 
Their burden of woe; 

O think of them kindly; 
God’s creatures are they; 

To Him, their Redeemer, 
Go lead them to-day. 


From those who have wandered 
Why turn we aside? 

There’s hope for the erring, 
Since Jesus has died; 

Go lift up the fallen; 
God's message obey; 

To Him who will save them, 
Go lead them today. 


O rescue the erring 
From sin and despair; 
They need our protection, 
Our kindness and care; 
Go plead with them gently, 
God’s lost ones are they; 
Go bring them to Jesus, 
Go lead them to-day. 
—Selected. 


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CHAPTER XVIL 
The Cup of Sorrow. 


“He hath sent Me . .... to bind up the broken hearted, 
to give unto them beauty for ashes, and the oil of joy 


for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heavi- . 


ness.”—Isa. 61:1, 3. 


Emma staid at home with mother whom she loved 80 


well, and took care of her and the home while another 
sister filled a position of trust in a neighboring city. 
When Emma was to be married her sister sent her 
the money to buy her wedding clothes and planned to 
come home to the wedding. She had always been a 
good quiet girl and was loved and respected, but the 
tempter came to her in his subtility and she proved 
untrue to him who loved her and expected to make her 
his wife. She could not face her trouble nor could she 


explain things without implicating others so she slip- — 


ped away. 

The money that her sister had given her to prepare 
for the happy wedding day was used to carry her far 
away and help her to turn her back on everything and 
everybody that she loved, and prepare for the saddest 
event of her life. Insted of happy anticipations of 
the new home and the new life that she was so soon to 
have entered upon with the one whom she loved, she 
was trying to crowd out of her mind the awful prospect 

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of lonliness, separation, shame, and suffering that open- 
ed up before her. She could not bear for those who 
loved her to witness her sorrows so before she left home 
she always stole away to take her cries in private. One 
of the children who was just beginning to talk was 
much with her, and began to habitually lisp, “Poor 
Emma cry.” After she left when the child saw anything 
of hers she always said, “Poor Emma cry.” 

Her story is one of the saddest we ever heard. She 
was so quiet and calm you never would have suspected 
her heart was breaking. She knew she had done wrong 
and she wanted to bear all the suffering and all the 
burden alone. She was one of the most difficult 
cases to lead to Jesus; she had no mercy on herself and 
expected none from others; she did not see how God 
could pardon one who had been so sinful. 

Later, when her child was perhaps six months old, 
she let her people know her address, and they, igno- 
rant of her sin, telegraphed her to come home to the 
funeral of one of the family, but this did not move her. 
She loved them dearly, but felt that her going would 
only increase their sorrow. We loved her; it seemed 
that our hearts went out to her as if she had been our 
very own; we, too, saw what she was suffering for her 
sin. When she got her eyes off of her sorrow and the sor- 
row she had brought to other hearts, she began to see 
how she had sinned against God and broken His com- 
mandments and that He could not help her until she 
repented and became more sorry for her sin against 


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Him than for anything else. She began to seek pardon 
and when she sought Him with all her heart, He was 
found of her. Praise the Lord! 
When God forgave her she began to hope for the 
forgiveness of those at home, so she wrote to them, 
making a full confession. They forgave her and her 
mother told her not to give little Meredith up but to 
bring him home. So one bright day last fall, we bade 
them goodbye, probably never to see them again till we 
meet at the coming of the Lord, when “goodbye” shall 
have become an obsolete word. Thank God! Emma is 
one of “God’s Revivalist family” and we believe her 
name is not only on our mailing list, but is also on the 
Lamb’s book of life. To Him be all the glory! 


ANNIE. 

Annie went out to work, as a nurse girl, when fifteen 
years old, and battled along and lived a moral life for 
several years. Finally she went to work in a restau- 
rant and began going to the theatre and other places 
of worldly amusement. She went down, was not 
strong enough to resist sin as wave after wave of 
temptation swept over her, and she came to the Holi- 
ness Camp from the Home of the Friendless on the 
18th of June, 19038, with her baby a few weeks old. 
She was the picture of despair as she told us the pitiful 
story. 

She had been to different places to try to find a rest- 
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work, and everywhere, she said, the baby cried so they 
could not keep her, and she looked as though she were 
perfectly exhausted—and the baby was still crying. We 
tried to encourage her, and she told us that she was a 
Catholic, but we assured her that we never turned any- 
one away on account of their church relationship and 
that we thought we could help her. She soon became 
interested in her soul’s salvation, and went out to 
Westwood to Salvation Park Camp-meeting one day, 
and was gloriously saved; she never doubted it. 

She stayed with us about eight months, and we loved 
her and her little Raymond very much. She was very 
conscientious, and if the least thing went wrong during 
the day, she would fix it up before she prayed. She 
was living in the 23rd and 24th verses of the 5th chap- 
ter of Matthew, and then when she did pray, the Lord 
would bless her abundantly. She also lived in the 14th 
verse of the 6th chapter, and the Lord forgave her; she 
kept prayed up. She had found her new life so sweet 
that she was afraid to go out of the Home for fear she 
might backslide, and we did not urge her; but one day 
she made up her mind that she would try it, and she 
got along beautifully and was a great blessing in the 
home, helping with the work and at the family altar 
and with the children. When she got them ready for 
school, she would take them away and pray with them, 
asking the Lord to help them to be good. She let her 
life shine so before others in the home life, that a 
neighbor wrote us asking if we could send her a girl, 


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that she had a daughter who was unsayed and she 
thought if she could get a girl like Annie she might 
be the means of her salvation. 

Then her father, who lived in the country, wanted 
her to come home. He had never been willing for her 
to come before. He was old, and was not saved and 
very poor, and Annie said she knew it would be a hard 
place to stand; that she would have to suffer privations 
and hardships and self-denial, but she thought it might 
be the means of getting her father saved. She said 
that perhaps the Lord was giving her that opportu- 
nity to help him, and she would make the best of it. 
She had to work out in the field and suffer many things, 
but she did it all for Jesus. She was open and above 
board with everything; she could not bear deception or 
covering up things, and one of the young men of the 
neighborhood called on her quite often. She was 
afraid it did not look just right under the circum- 
stances, and decided to call on his mother about it. 
She told her the circumstances under which she had 
come home, but that the Lord had forgiven her, and 
the mother said she thought it was all right, as her son 
was a Christian himself. Then Annie said, “I beg par- 
don; he told me a positive falsehood, and I do not 
know how anybody could do that and be a Christian.” _ 

We had letters from her recently, reporting perfect 
victory through the blood, and saying that she feels 
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able to come to Cincinnati and take a place to work 
where she can attend the meetings at the Tabernacle. 

A girl came to us yesterday, and after staying one 
day and night, she said with tears running down her 
cheeks, she thought she ought to go elsewhere, as she 
was a Catholic. The poor child had nowhere else to go, 
but felt that she might be a disturbing element in our 
happy home, and we told her that we should be glad 
to have her stay with us; that we all had to come to 
God through the atoning merits of the same blessed 
Savior, whether Catholic or Protestant, and that unless 
we repented we should all likewise perish. We thought 
of that other Catholic girl who came to us two years 
ago and was blessedly saved anc had stood true under 
such trying circumstances, and we trust we shall be 
able to lead this one to the same precious. Savior who 
said He came to heal the broken-hearted and set the 
captive free. 


“THE OIL OF JOY FOR MOURNING.” 

Josie, like Nettie and others, came to Cincinnati to 
get away from home and hide her shame, A deaconess 
found her at the depot and brought her to Hope Cot- 
tage. She had cried until she could cry no longer. Her 
parents had warned her against the young man, but 
Josie was headstrong and thought him all right and 
that he would marry her; like many others she hoped 
to the very last, then in despair, she ran away not know- 
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when she realized that He would forgive her and give 
her another chance. That He would do this seemed too 
good to be true, but she believed because He said so, 
and she was not disappointed. 

When she got salvation the Lord gave her “the oil 
of joy for mourning and the garments of praise for 
the spirit of heaviness.” She was changed from a cloud 
to a sunbeam. I once heard a preacher say that since 
he had full salvation his face had spread an inch in 
width; I know there was a marked difference in 
Josie’s; she reminded me of a child forgetting its 
trouble, and laughing before the tears were dry on its 
face. 

Since she has been at the Hospital she has been 
like a sunbeam in the ward; everybody likes Josie; 
they believe in her religion; it is the kind that helps 
other folks. She came out to the Home in great glee 
one day, saying she had a little name sake at the Hos- 
pital and wanted something to give it for a present; 
she did not look as if she expected to be disappointed 
either, and I thought of Him who said, “If earthly 
parents know how to give good gifts to their children, 
how much more will your heavenly Father give the 
Holy Spirit to them that ask Him.” How differently 
we sometimes come to ask gifts of Him, looking as 
though we had lost every friend, and did not expect 
to get anything we asked for. Well, Josie had confi- 
dence in us and we would have searched Hope Cottage 
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loved, if our heart condemn us not, then have we confi- 
dence toward God, and whatsoever we ask, we receive 
of Him, because we keep His commandments and do 
those things that are pleasing in His sight.” 

I was asked unce if Josie had made any arrangement 
for a baby’s wardrobe and I said I had not heard of 
any; that I thought she was out on the faith line; but 
in some way Josie heard there had been some prepara- 
tion made for her and she came down to see (it is only 
a short distance) and I can testify that the longitude 
of her smile increased visibly as she carefully looked 
through the contents of the box. I was reminded of 
Christ’s command, “Therefore, take no thought say- 
ing, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, 
Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all 
these things do the Gentiles seek) : for your heavenly 
Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.” 
If we would just trust Him as Josie trusted us we 
should find a supply for all of our need.” 

When we go into the ward we always find Josie’s 
Bible and hymn book lying in some convenient place 
where she has just left them if she is not there her- 
self. She always meets us with smiles, telling us what 
a good time she is having, and how good every one is 
to her. She has no idea of giving up her little baby 
girl, but is planning to take the best care of her. 
When I last saw her she said, “It will not be long 
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visit her at the Hospital we never find her on “Grum- 
bler’s Ave.” She lives on “Hallelujah Street.” 

She loves the “Bible Songs” and sings much in the 
ward. Sometimes Miss Pierce does not get around to 
their ward to read and pray with them as is her cus- 
tom; and she says to Josie, “I know if I do not get 
around you will have prayer.” Josie says she used 
to say prayers before she became a Christian, but the 
difference in her prayers then and now is, that she 
realiy means it now. Does it not pay to get Jesus 
in the heart? Her circumstances are not changed; 
that is not what makes Josie so happy, but it is be- 
cause she has Jesus in her heart and He is helping 
her through her troubles. The Lord knows how to 
deliver the penitent as well as the righteous out of 
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THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER. 


Once she was pure as the sunbeam, 
My noble, affectionate child; 
The idol of all who beheld her, x 
Though apt to be thoughtless and wild. 
My cares were made light by her prattle, 
Her presence turned winter to June, 
But alas! for my fond expectation, 
My visions are vanished too soon. 


Oh, who could have tho’t that my darling 
Could have fallen so soon and so low; 
_From the heights of her lofty ambition, 
To the depths of dishonor and woe; 
Oh, God if there’s power in Thy mercy, 
Restore my lost child to my arms, 
Tho’ her sin be as crimson or scarlet, 
She still to her mother has charms. 


Tho’ far o’er the mountains of folly, 
Thou hast roamed with companions so wild; 
I love thee as dearly as ever, 
My own precious prodigal child; 
My home and my heart’s true affections, 
Are waiting to welcome thee still, 
Come back to thy Savior and mother, 
And peace will thy troubled heart fill. 


I cannot but love thee, my darling, 
Though sinful and fallen thou art; 
The memory of days now departed, 
Is breaking thy poor mother’s heart; 
Thy Savior still waits to be gracious, 
Thy mother still waits to forgive, 
Come back from thy wanderings, my daughter, 
And a life of usefulness live.—Selected, 


CHAPTER XVIIL 


Prodigal Daughters. 


“T will arise and go to my Father.”—LuKE 15: 18. 


One night about eleven o’clock, just as we were in 
the act of turning off the electric light in the hall, 
some girls came up to the steps and opened the door. 
It was some of the Bible School students who had 
been down to the evening service and had found a 
poor girl in the mission. 

She was weeping bitterly, and this was her story: 
She got into trouble, left home, and came a stranger 
to Cincinnati. She was walking the streets, not 
knowing where to go, when she stopped a passer- 
by and asked if he knew where she could get a night’s 
lodging, she was a stranger and had no money. He 
directed her to the “Bible School Mission,” which was 
only a few blocks away, saying, “They will help you.” 
She met a little boy going that way and told him that 
she had nowhere to go and he pitied her, because he 
said he had no home either, so he went too, and sat 
down beside her in a back seat. 

The Bible School girls saw her crying bitterly, and 
went to her and she toid them her trouble; they tried 
to cheer her up, telling her that they would take her, 


to a good home, and also of the love of Jesus in pre- 
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paring a haven of rest for her outcast soul. We had 
no accommodations but a cot in the hall, but she was 
so glad to get that and to think that it was without 
money and without price, otherwise, she could not 
have had it. 

We talked together for a while, and through her tears 
and sobs she told me the same sad story that I have 
heard over and over again. I tried to comfort her, 
and we prayed, and went to bed about twelve o’clock, 
committing her into the hands of Him who said, “Come 
unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I 
will give you rest.” 


THE TRAMP REDEEMED. 

A party of workers from the Bible School were on 
their way to hold a camp meeting and while they were 
waiting at the station for conveyances to take them 
out to the camp ground, a girl who presented a very 
disreputable appearance, walked into the station. She 
asked one of the sisters for money to take her to a 
neighboring town. They talked with her, and found 
that she was just traveling around from place to place. 
Had she lived in the city she would have been called a 
street walker; as it was, she was a road walker. They 
invited her to come to camp-meeting; she readily ac- 
cepted the invitation, but they had some trouble in 
getting the driver to take her in; her appearance was 
such that he did not like to have her along, but they 
insisted and he yielded. When they reached the camp 


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ground they got her tidied up and she helped them 
about the work, and when meeting closed they brought 
her to Hope Cottage and she got salvation. 

Her father was a drunkard and had often driven her 
away from home, until she finally went away and stay- 
ed; she was only sixteen, but was overgrown, and look- 
ed to be older, though she was childish in manner. 
She stayed with us about’ six months and went back 
to her own neighborhood; got a place to work about 
six miles from home and I think has been in that home 
ever since. She writes to us and always reports 
victory; about the last letter we had from her, she 
spoke of “grazing in the sweet clover fields,” and not 
in the fence corners either. Hallelujah! 

She kept writing to her sister about being saved un- 
til the sister became heart hungry. The sister had 
always been a moral girl, but knew nothing about sal- 
vation experimentally. The father being a drunkard, 
their home was different from the homes that were 
about them, so she went out to service, desiring to pro- 
vide for herself, as she felt she could not lift the bur- 
den that was crushing her mother’s heart or put 
clothes on the little children’s backs by remaining at 
home. It was about this time she received her sister’s 
letter; she did not have money to attend a ten days’ 
convention or camp-meeting, so she wrote to know if 
she could come to Hope Cottage for awhile. She came 
and was so hungry that she just ate from Father’s 
well-set table until her soul was satisfied; she stayed 


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with us about two months and when the time came for 
her to leave, she said she believed it would please the 
Lord for her to go home and help her mother bear her 
burdens; and try to get her father saved instead of 
going out to work for herself. Salvation takes out the 
selfishness. Praise the Lord! 


VENA. 

Vena never had any school days. She is fifteen and 
cannot even read and write. In the mountains of Ken- 
tucky she was reared, or rather grew up “wild,” a 
stranger to care and kindness. The order of the house- 
hold was kicks, curses and drunkenness from the grand- 
mother down to the youngest member of the family. 
Before she was fifteen she had been married and de- 
serted. She came to Cincinnati and got a place to 
work in a laundry, but there are traps set for work- 
ing girls in our cities, and Vena was an easy victim. 
She was led off into the wrong crowd by a girl who 
worked at the same place. After six weeks in sin she 
was disgusted with it and ready to give it up, and Mrs. 
Si Hu, the wife of a Chinaman, brought her and an- 
other girl, Bessie, to the Home. She did not tell them 
where she was taking them, but said she would find 
them a good home. When we explained that it is a 
Home provided by the dear Lord for sinful girls who 
wish to get saved and fitted to go out and live pure, 
holy lives, she broke down and wept, saying, “Oh, that 
is what I want. I don’t know what Bessie means to do. 


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but I will stay.” When she found that Bessie would 
not stay, she cried and pleaded with her, and was 
really burdened that Bessie would not give up and 
get saved too. 

Some of the girls took her to their room and prayed 
with her, and she was gloriously saved on the evening 
of her very first day in the Home. She rang out God’s 
praises through the house until bed time, and has 
never-since doubted her acceptance with Him. We ex- 
pected to keep her in the Home for some time, and one 
of the girls volunteered to teach her. When their 
housework was done, you could usually find them down 
in the yard under a big tree busy with their books. 
However, our plans for keeping Vena were changed, 
when the Lord opened up something for her that seem- 
ed better. A dear old couple in Ohio, who are saved 
and sanctified, wanted a girl to take as their own 
daughter, so we sent her to them. Vena’s new home 
contrasts with her old one as light with darkness; but 
best of all, in her own heart-life “old things are passed 
away; behold, all things are become new.” 


A WARNING TO GIRLS. 
We close this chapter with a sketch of a prodigal 
who was reared in a Christian home of love and re- 
finement. She undertook to earn a livelihood by teach- 
ing music. This took her away from home and she 
began to associate with the “fast set.” This set is 
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rapidly that unless rescued they soon land in the 
brothel. Even in the “fast set” the downward career 
has a comparatively small beginning. They find they 
are considered prudish if they do not accompany the 
crowd in late drives or excursions, and that they must 
allow some familiarities in order to be popular. Then 
if they refuse wine they are targets for the ridicule of 
the party. Girls who begin by wearing net or lace 
yokes to the ball-room and theater, sometimes end by 
wearing tights behind the footlights. The crucifixion 
of modesty is a gradual process. Girls in the “fast 
set” are not votaries of lust at the start, but rather of 
‘vanity, allowing a little looseness of conduct for the 
sake of the popularity and admiration which they 
crave. 

Let me say here by way of parenthesis, that I trust 
the story of these lives that have been plucked as 
brands from the burning, will not lead anyone to con- 
done sin or think it a slight thing for a girl to deviate 
from the path of virtue. While some are being rescued 
and the Blood avails, thank God! yet the greater per 
cent. of these girls never get to God. Thousands are 
slipping from Christian homes, from Sunday schools, 
from church choirs, and from high society, down, down 
to despair and eterna] damnation. 

As an example of one of the “little things” of which 
we need to beware; one of our girls, who had been an 
actress, but through the use of morphine had become 
unfitted for the stage, earned a support by posing for 


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some artists in the city. When she left the Home she 
went back to these artists and told them that she had 
become a Christian and could not sit for that syle of 
picture again. They said they were glad of her de- 
cision, and would respect her wishes and give her work 
of another kind. While making this call she wore a ~ 
thin, gauzy India silk waist, so flimsy that the only 
protection her body had was the underwear which she 
wore. One of the artists, an unsaved man, said, “But 
what about this dress you have on now? To my mind 
it is much more suggestive of evil than the bare neck 
and arms. It looks as if it were especially designed to 
allure. The other looks .innocent in comparison.” 
Then the tears came into his eyes as he spoke of his 
own little girl of eleven who had died, saying, “I don’t 
know much about religion, but I know so much about 
sin that had she lived she never should have gone out 
dressed in that style.” 

To return to the girl about whom I began to write. 
Life in the “fast set” led to something worse, and she 
drifted to this city, sick, homeless and friendless. One 
evening she wandered into the George Street Misison 
and as they sang, “She was once as pure as the snow, 
bet she fell,” and “Your mother is praying for you,” 
her mind went back to her chiléhood home; her‘heart 
was melted by the story of the Gospel, and she went to 
the altar. She came to the Home and the burden of 
sin rolled away. The house was crowded, so we made 
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disturbed there, she gets up about five o’clock and re- 
sorts to a private corner of the yard, from which you 
are likely to hear her voice in prayer if you go to one 
of the north windows. At last she is restored to the 
faith of her childhood’s home. “Verily I saw unto 
you, whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as 
& lite child, shall in no wise enter therein.” 


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THEY MISS YOU. 


Do they miss you at home? Yes, they miss you, 
With the deepest and fondest regret, 
Your chair by the fireside is vacant, 
Your place at the board waits you yet. 
The pillow your head used to rest on 
Is smoothed by a mother’s fond touch, 
While the tears, dropping softly upon it, 
Say, “We miss you, we miss you so much.” 


She dreams of her sunny-faced darling 
Who knelt years ago by that bed, 
And she hears once again, “Now I lay me”’— 
Can’t you feel her frail hand on your head? 
Your picture speaks to her heart daily, 
Your school books—she treasures them yet, 
And she kisses the toy you once fondled ; 
For a mother’s heart cannot forget. 


They miss you at home; yes, they miss you, 
When the toil of the day being done, 
They kneel round the altar together 
And pray for the wandering one. 
And their empty arms ache so to clasp you, 
Oh, dear one, wherever you roam, 
Your home is so cheerless without you, 
Don’t you hear their loved voices say, “Come.” 


Oh, you who have wandered from virtue, 

In the by-paths of sin gone astray, 
Whose briar-torn feet are so weary, 

Oh, turn your face homeward today. 
A Savior is waiting to welcome, 

And “mighty to save” all who come. 
Like a Father He pities and loves you, 


Oh, dear wand’rer, no longer then roam.—Selected. 


CHAPTER XIX. 
How the Lord Helped Some of the Girls Out of Their 
Troubles. 


“And call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver thee, 
and thou shalt glorify me.”—Ps. 50: 15. 


May. 


May was a young girl in her teens. She had a Chris- 
tian father and mother and a comfortable home in a 
country village and knew nothing experimentally of 
city life and the ways of sin. 

She met a stranger who made a favorable impression 
on her, and he proposed that they elope; she consented 
and they came to Cincinnati to be married, as she sup- 
posed. Instead he placed her in a sporting house; he 
was a procurer and had sold May to the madam. May 
did not write to her home folks and they were heart 
broken. They probably imagined that some horrible 
death had befallen her, or that she might be some 
where sick and suffering without a mother’s tender 

‘eare. The suspense was worse than death. 

They had a family altar and reached May by way 
of the Throne; they were old people; I think May was 
the baby; and I imagine I can hear the father’s tremb- 
ling voice pleading in prayer for their lost child. 


In answer to prayer, May came to Hope Cottage, and 
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when we wrote them the good news they gave praises 
and thanksgiving to God, saying, “We knew the Lord. 
would answer.” She was saved, and after a few months 
went home to her friends. 

NETTIE. 

Nettie came to us in trouble. Her only thought was 
to get away from home and bury herself out of sight; 
she felt very miserable separated from all who loved 
her. To make her trouble known to them meant to 
become an outcast; she planned to give the baby away, 
but her mother-love would not permit her to desert 
it in its helplessness. 

She gave her heart to God and was blessedly saved 
and sanctified. Since she left the Home she has been 
in some hard places, but the testimony of those with 
whom she lived is that if anybody were ever sauctified 
Nettie is. 

She is frail in body. She went out to service in the 
country one winter and had to occupy a cold room; 
the exposure brought on tuberculosis. After this she 
felt she could never live to rear Willie, so she asked 
the Lord to provide for him. 

She next went out to service in a family where there 
were no-children, and their hearts were drawn out to ~ 
the little curly-haired boy, who was now eighteen 
months old. Mother and baby were both taken sick 
and sent to the hospital. Willie was able to come home 
to us first. Mr. C , their benefactor, often came 
to see him. On these occasions I had him bathed and 


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dressed and brought down to the parlor and would 
just leave them alone to enjoy each other. If I chanced 
to go in I would find Willie on his knee rumaging 
pockets and taking possession not only of his person 
but of his heart also. When he went away he always 
left Willie well provided for. We thought we saw the 
hand of the Lord in it all, as Nettie’s health was fail- 
ing so rapidly, and sure enough we one day received 
a letter saying that if the mother would sign away her 
right, giving up all claim on little Willie, he woud take 
him and do by him as he would by his own. This 
meant that he would be carefully reared and educated, 
for the man is prosperous in business. 

No one but a mother can understand the struggle 
that took place in her heart. We felt it to be the Lord’s 
will for her to give him up, as it had been a subject 
of prayer for some time; so Nettie said, “Mother, write 
the letter and I will sign it and trust the Lord to help 
me.” She went about the task of preparation yery 
quietly, with a look of tenderness and resignation that 
seemed to say, 

“There is a peace that cometh after sorrow, 

Of hope surrendered, not of hope fulfilled; 
That looks not out upon a bright tomorrow, 

But on a tempest which His hand hath stilled.” 

Only the Lord and Nettie knew all about the heart- 
tempest that His grace subdued as she washed and 
mended the little garments and carefully packed up 
the toys. And when the little party went out of the 


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Home next day a casual observer would have noticed 
nothing out of the ordinary, for the Lord strengthened 
the mother’s heart and enabled her to forget self for 
the sake of the best interests of her child as she com- 
mitted him into the hands of God. 

Marin. 

Little Marie came to us in trouble. She was in her 
teens and was small of her age; still braided her hair 
and had not put on long dresses; she looked like she 
ought to be at home and have a mother’s tender care 
and goodnight kiss; but there were other little broth- 
ers and sisters on whom she must not bring disgrace; 
so she found a refuge in Hope Cottage. 

She was with us several months, and when Elizabeth 
Duff (her baby) was about five months old, little Marie 
left for her home. She could not take the little one 
with her and several efforts had been made to get her 
a home, but when the test came, Marie could not give 
baby up. She wished to take her home with her, but 
the parents were not willing on account of the other 
children. 

After grieving over it until she was thin and pale 
she decided to give her up. The conditions were that 
Marie must not know the baby’s address and could 
never come to see her; but could occasionally hear from 
her through others. The foster-mother did not wish 
to have the little one’s affections cling to its mother. 
While considering it, Marie hung around me with tears 
in her eyes and said, “Mother, I want you to go with 


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me; I want you to see the lady, and I am going to ask 
her if I may not see the baby in case of her death.” 
But when the time came she could not part with baby, 
so she left her in a “Home” temporarily, hoping that 
some day she may be able to have her back again. (It is 
for just such little, pure, innocent, helpless ones as 
Elizabeth, that we so long for the “Children’s Home.” 
Keep praying, and God will answer.) 
JULIA. 

Julia is a young country girl, who was taken off the 
street of an Ohio town and sent to us. The high cheek- 
bone, straight black hair and piercing eye made us 
think of an Indian, and her unsophisticated ways deep- 
ened the impression. She is not at all lazy, and so 
when she sought the Lord she did so with all her might 
and heard from Heaven. 

She told us that when she went out to work she 
wished to be sent to the country, as she longed to enjoy 
its freedom once more, so arrangements were made 
for her to go to live with a couple of old people in Ohio. 
Her clothes were packed and lunch was prepared, but 
we were loth to say good-bye, for we love Julia. One 
of the young girls followed her about with tearful 
eyes and insisted on her taking most of her own rib- 
bons, mottoes, and other little treasures as keep-sakes, 
and said, “Mother, I wish they would take us both.” 

When Julia wrote back to us telling of the fruit, 
nuts and fish and of a host of other temporal blessings, 
and, above all, of the dear ones who had received her 


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as their very own and would send her to school and 

give her advantages she had never before enjoyed, we 

rejoiced at what the Lord has done for her. “If ye be 

willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land.” 
EVELYN. 

Evelyn was a well educated girl from a home of 
refinement, and when she got into trouble her first 
thought was to hide away where nobody would ever 
know, and she came to Hope Cottage. She was with 
us about six months, but was saved during this time. 
Then her mother-love went out to her baby, Alice, and 
though she had been a very proud girl, she was now 
willing to bear reproach rather than part with the little 
one. Arrangements were made for her with a friend in 
a distant state and she entered upon her new duties. 
She remained with the friend about a year, when the 
Lord took little Alice home, where there would be no 
disgrace associated with her presence. Then Evelyn 
wanted to work for Him who had done so much for 
her, and a field of labor was opened to her in one of 
the Florence Crittenden Homes. She writes us letters 
of triumph and victory. 

IDA. 

Ida was another who, strange to say, stepped into 
one of Satan’s traps, and afterward left home think- 
ing she could never face loved ones and friends again. 
She soon found Jesus as her Savior and Sanctifier, 
and lived a happy and victorious life in the Home, 
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prepared herself to teach, hoping to help her parents 
in a financial way; of course, this trouble put an end 
to her fond dreams along that line, for the present at 
least. When her boy, Paul, was about three or four 
months old, they wrote for her to come home, as her 
parents needed her. Some changes had taken place 
which left them alone and they were old, so Ida re- 
turned to them. Her heart was full of love, peace 
and joy. He gave grace enough to keep her sweet 
under the shadow which sin had cast over her path- 
way. She has since lived a happy, contented life, shut 
in with her parents and little Paul. May God bless 
and keep them! 
BESSIE. 

Bessie came to us with a little boy about eighteen 
months old, saying that her husband had deserted 
her. She wept many bitter tears and was often at 
the altar, but never seemed to get victory in her soul. 
If we had not known that God is true and faithful 
and that He has said, “Him that cometh unto Me, 
I will in no wise cast out,” and that if we “confess 
our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, 
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness,” we might 
have thought Him a hard Master in this case. Her 
weeping and praying was so common in the chapel 
service that when it was omitted little Albert would 
sometimes take her a handkerchief and ont it up to. 
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failed to get victory that would last. She sometimes 
promised the Lord that she would make things right; 
then He blessed her, but when the test came she would 
back down and, of course, would lose the victory out 
of her soul. At length, about six months after she 
came into the Home, she confessed that she had -de- 
ceived us and that she had never been married. That 
faisehood had kept her out of victory all these months, 
but when she met conditions, and trusted the Blood, 
God proved faithful. Hallelujah! We learned to 
love them very dearly, and little Albert won our 
hearts completely. In his prattle he called the Bible 
School boys, the “glory toys,” and we thought it a 
very appropriate name; he became so fond of his 
“glory boys,” that he joined the band himself. I re- 
member on one occasion Brother Stalker was preach- 
ing; he had just begun and everything was perfectly 
quiet and Albert said in a loud, clear tone, and with 
real unction, “Well, glory!” Everybody smiled, and 
Brother Stalker said, “Out of the mouths of babes 
and sucklings, Thou hast perfected praise.” 

Albert’s mother is married now and lives within 
walking distance of the Home. Nothing pleases us 
better than to run in and see them a few minutes 
when we have time. Albert is large enough to come 
to Sunday school and has firm faith in Jesus. His 
nother is not very strong and a dear sanctified sister 
goes in sometimes and helps her with the washing and 
ironing. Albert is very fond cf sister M—, and was 


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one day praying that the Lord would send her in; 
he was scarcely off his knees when he heard her tap on 
the door; he almost danced with delight over the quick 
answer. 


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WAS IT FAIR? 


When the roses of summer were budding and blooming 
And the yellow wheat ‘neath its burden of gold, 
The Prodigal Son came, world-weary and tattered, 
To the home where his footsteps had echoed of old. 


And they clung to his garments with tears and caresses, 
; Till the cup of his welcome ran over with joy, 
And the flowers of love and forgiveness were woven’ 
In a blossoming crown for the Prodigal Boy. 


When the icicles hung from the eaves and the branches, 
And the winter winds moaned round the dwellings of men, 
Forsaken and homeless, the Prodigal Daughter 
Crept back to the home of her girlhood again. 


But they turned her away in the storm and the darkness 
To the icy-cold winds with their chill, piercing breath, 

And the pitiless curses that followed her footsteps 
Were fierce as the tempest and cruel as death. 


CHAPTER XX. 
Exiles Restored, 


“But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.”— 
Rom. 5: 20. 


Emma. D. was poor in this world’s goods; but in some 
way she got money to come to Hope Cottage from a 
distant state. Her brothers would not allow her to 
stay at home after she got into trouble; they said if 
she stayed they would leave. 

Her parents were old and she was not very strong 
and she knew her brothers could do more for her 
parents than she could, so she begged them to stay 
and she left. She was very sad and cried a great deal; 
she did not know but that she had said farewell for- 
ever to the dear old father and mother who had looked 
forward to having her with them in their old days 
when they should need her so much. We felt the Lord 
was bottling up her tears, for they were not tears of 
rebellion, but came from a broken and contrite heart, 
and sure enough, it was not long before her heart 
hunger was satisfied. 

We often had occasion to walk softly through the 
upper hall because Emma was on her knees beside her 
bed. She claimed sanctification through the Blood 
and grew rapidly in the torrid zone of God’s love. 

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Sometimes He would pour out His Spirit upon her 
in the chapel service, and she would pray with such 
power that we felt that she had prevailed with God. 

She was at the Hospital several weeks, and when 
visiting her we would more often find her on her 
knees beside her cot than anywhere else. The baby 
died while she was in the Hospital, and when she 
came home she said she wanted to go to her father 
and mother just as soon as she was strong enough and 
the way opened for her to go. The money for her 
ticket, about $35.00, was given directly to her in an- 
swer to prayer, not a cent of it came out of the rescue 
fund. Her brothers relented and became willing for 
her to return, so the Lord arranged her home-going. 

She writes to us and always reports victory; she 
walks two or three miles to Sunday school and church, 
and last fall she wrote us that her father intended to 
go with her in a covered wagon to attend a holiness 
camp-meeting, and they were going to take their own 
provision and camp in the wagon. I thought, “How 
good God is to arrange for meetings where the poor 
can go and feel perfectly at home.” She sent us nice 
checked gingham aprons for Christmas presents with 
texts worked in cross stitch on them. God grant that 
at the marriage supper of the Lamb she may be pre- 
sented to the heavenly Bridegroom in raiment of needle 
work. 

May the Lord bless Emma as she picks cotton, and 
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He gave me a spiritual lesson from the cotton bole 
when I was in Texas last winter. The bole before 
it opens represents the heart that has not responded 
to the knock of Jesus, “Behold I stand at the door and 
knock; if any man hear my voice and open the door, 
I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he 
with me.” Rey. 3:20. The open boles represent the 
hungry hearts waiting for the laborer to come and 
gather in the harvest. John 4: 35. “Behold I say 
unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields, for 
they are white already to harvest.” When it is gather- 
ed in it is not ready to go out and bless-the world, but 
has to go through the process of ginning, which takes 
out the seed (the inbred sin) and then it is ready to 
be sent out on its mission of blessing. “Tarry ye at 
Jerusalem until ye be endued with power from on 
high.” 

There had been an early frost that year that had in- 
jured the cotton crop so there were thousands of dol- 
lar’s worth of cotton Jeft in the fields that never would 
open. It was sold for a pittance to those, who would 
open the boles in order to get the cotton out. This 
is tedious work and makes the fingers very sore; so 
the fields were not crowded with workers; this remind- 
ed me of, “Go ye out into the highways and hedges, 
and compel them to come in.” The slum corps is not 
very large; the field is not crowded, “Pray ye there- 
fore the Lord of the harvest that He will send forth 
laborers into His harvest.” 


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The following announcement appeared in a late 
Revivalist : 

Moral, Okla.—There will be a Holiness Campmeeting 
two miles west and one mile north of Moral, Okla., 
beginning July 15th. 

There will be two meals served on the grounds, 
morning and noon, at twenty cents each. Five and ten 
cent lunch at 5 o’clock in the evening. Free straw; 
bring bedtick and blanket. 

Everybody welcome. We ask the prayers of every 
member of God’s Revivalist family for this meeting for 
the salvation of souls, sanctification of believers, and 
healing of the sick—Emma Dudley. 

You see Emma is not going to confine her labors en- 
tirely to the cotton field this summer, but she has 
helped to launch this pioneer camp at her own home. 
God bless her labors whether in camp or cotton field. 
- The following is a letter from her: ‘ 

_ Moral, Okla., July 15, 1905. 

Dear Mother Duff:—I have not forgotten you, and 
am still trying to live close to Jesus. I send you one 
of our camp-meeting circulars. I wish you and Sister 
Payne could come. Your board should not cost you a 
cent. May God bless all the old girls and new ones, too. 
I read the Rescue Editions with tears and praises to 
God. The Lord provides for me. 

As ever, yours for Jesus, Emma DUDLEY. 


MINNIE. 
Minnie, an orphan eighteen years of age, came to us 
in the Spring of ’93, an almost hopeless case, a physi- 


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cal wreck and presenting a very distressing appear- 
ance on account of disease having settled in her eyes. 
She had been ‘reared in the mountains of Kentucky 
among a rough element, and she went away from home 
to visit some relatives and met with a girl who took 
her to a sporting house. She was.so ignorant of the 
ways of the world and of a life of sin in a great city 
that she thought it was a place of amusement. She 
had been accustomed to the mountain banjo music and 
_dances, and she thought a sporting house was some- 
thing on that order; but when she found that she was 
in a house of prostitution, strange to say, she stayed, I 
don’t know how long, or what influence was brought to 
bear upon her; but in the course of time she became so 
dissatisfied and cried so much that the madam sent 
for a missionary to come and take her out, and she was 
sent to Hope Cottage. Her heart was hungry and’she 
soon got salvation. 

She had to spend several weeks in the hospital, and 
I have never forgotten her joy on being able to return 
home; it seemed that there were no ways and means 
sufficient at her command to express her joy and grati- 
tude, and we just knelt in the chapel and she poured 
out her heart to God in praises and thanksgiving 
amidst her tears and sobs. She was of a very affec- 
tionate disposition, and by her childlike simplicity, 
faith and love she won our hearts. When her health 
was restored and salvation had lighted up her coun- 


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tenance and she had tidied up in her personal appear- 
ance, she was pleasant to look upon. 

When the time came that she felt like she ought to 
go out to work, we wondered what the child could do; 
but there was a call for a girl to go for a few weeks 
to stay with a woman who had had typhoid fever, but 
was convalescent, and just needed some one to look 
after the children through the day and wait on her a 
little, and we thought Minnie might do that, and she 
was very anxious to go. By the time her two weeks 
were up she had gotten another place to work, and 
wanted me to go and see the place, which I did and 
found it all right, and Minnie stayed a long time, until 
her uncle came and took her home. 

The lady is an invalid and we sometimes go to see 
her, and she says to us, “Oh, if I had Minnie back! I 
loved that girl.” But Minnie is married now; has a 
Christian husband and a nice home, and since her mar- 
riage into the family, her brother-in-law and sister-in- 
law have both been saved. She has sent us two 
girls to the Home this summer, and the missionaries 
there (Portsmouth, O.,) write us that Minnie is doing 
good work for the Master; she is weeping and praying 
over the erring ones and trying to lead them to Jesus, 
and when every other plan fails she tries to get them 
to come to Hope Cottage. “And the Spirit and the 
Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. 

And whosoever will, let him take the water 
of life freely.” 


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THE DIAMOND “IN THE ROUGH.” 


A diamond “in the rough” 
Is a diamond sure enough; 
For though it may not sparkle, 
It is made of diamond stuff! 


Of course someone must find it, 
Or it never will be found; 

And then someone must grind it, 
Or it never will be ground! 


But when it’s found, and when it’s ground, 
And when it’s burnished bright, 

That diamond’s everlastingly 
Just flashing out its light! 


O worker in the slum corps, 
Don’t think you’ve “done enough”’— 
The worst girl in the “dive” may be 
A diamond in the rough! 
—Selected. 


CHAPTER XX1L 


ORPHA.—One of God’s Trophies Redeemed by the 
Blood. 


“Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with 
corruptible things, as silver and gold, . . . but with the 
precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and 
without spot.”—1 Prt. 1:18, 19. 


One Sunday afternoon in Sept. 1902, the missionaries - 
of Hope Cottage went to the House of Detention as 
was their custom to see the prisoners and tell them of 
Jesus. In the extreme end of one of the cells lay a 
woman on an iron cot who had not sufficiently recoy- 
ered from her drunken stupor and miserable feelings 
to pay any attention to what the missionaries were say- 
ing to those who had come to the front of the cell. The 
matron unlocked the door (an unusual thing) that they 
might go back and talk with her. . s 

They found her shivering with cold, and one of them 
took her jacket off and put it on her. She afterwards 
said this act of kindness together with the words they 
spoke, their prayers, and their bright faces all touch- 
ed her heart. At times she had longed for a better 
life, but did not know how to take the first step The 
missionaries told her of the Home and asked her to come 
to Hope Cottage. She did not promise; she did not 
know what it would be like. When she went before the 

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Judge of the Police Court, he postponed her trial and 
sent her to jail without bail; during that time the Lord 
dealt with her in answer to prayer and she was so deep- 
ly convicted that she decided to turn her back on sin 
forever and give her heart to God. 

When she was brought before the Judge the second 
time, she requested him to send her to Hope Cottage, 
not knowing that the Judge had already arranged for 
this with the missionaries, and she was a little surpris- 
ed when they stepped up and took her by the hand and 
called her “sister.” If the veil could have been lifted 
and they could have looked down the vista of time for 
only two and a half years, would they not have given 
her a warm hand-shake and a hearty “God bless you?” 
They took her as a “sister” by faith and the Lord made 
their reckoning good and made her a real sister in 
Christ. Hallelujah! What a true sister she has been! 
The Lord bless her! 

This is the way that Orpha came to Hope Cottage; 
but perhaps I had better tell you how she came to be 
in this trouble. It was through disobedience to God, 
of course. She was an only daughter in a happy 
home, with a Christian mother, who often talked 
to them of Jesus and told them how he had saved her, 
and prayed that one of her sons might be a preacher. 
_ I wonder if the curtain has swung back an instant and 
she has had a glimpse of Orpha preaching in the 
slums, (Her mother went to Heaven when Orpha was 
about sixteen, and home never seemed quite the same 


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to her any more). She sought pleasure outside, got | 
into bad company, and at twenty was betrayed under 
the promise of marriage. Her grandmother took care 
of her during this trouble, and when it was over kept 
the baby. 

Orpha often frequented dance halls, and ball-rooms, 
seeking happiness. One evening at the dance she met 
a stranger who told her charming stories of city life, 
with fine positions and good salaries. He said if she 
and her girl friend wanted to go, he would escort them 
and see them to a place of safety. } 

They felt a little uneasy going to strange city 
without knowing just what they were going to do, but 
a carriage was sent for them and they were taken to 
the depot. Upon their arrival in Cincinnati they were 
taken to what seemed to be an elegant home and were 
met by a matronly woman, who took them into a nicely 
furnished parlor. Girls began coming in dressed in a 
loud way and all seemed to be on familiar terms with 
the man who had been so nice to them. Then it dawned 
_ on them that they “were in one of those gilded houses 
of sin,” “they had been sold,” “their escort was a pro- 
curer.” They wanted to get alone and were assigned to 
their room where they talked it over. The madam came 
in and insisted on their staying for a few days, promis- 
ing them that no one should see them. They agreed to 
stay, and before their few days were up, they were in- 
formed that they “were missed from the outside world, 
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could give no satisfactory account of those few days to 
their friends, nor convince them that they had been in 
such a place and yet without sin. Their next step was 
to bid good-bye to home and friends and everything that 
was good and pure, and enter a life of sin with its 
deluge of sorrow, suffering, and shame. 

The downward career was step by step. When she 
yielded to her first temptation she did not expect to be- 
come a prostitute. Girls, heed this danger signal! 

It was almost five years before the drink, drugs, and 
dissipation began to tell much on Orpha; but after 
that time she went down very rapidly, and it was at the 
end of ten years of sin that we met her in the House 
of Detention. She was blessedly saved in less than 
three days after she came into the Home, but while 
working in the laundry one day she lost her temper, 
and said a bad word; then she became discouraged, 
for she thought she would never do anything like that 
after she was saved; she expected to be good every- 
where. If she had known the plan of salvation as per- 
fectly as she knew it afterwards, she would, no doubt, 
have confessed her sin, asked God to forgive her, claim- 
ed victory through the Blood, and sought the baptism 
with the Holy Ghost and fire to sanctify the heart, 
taking out the anger and enabling her to live the vie- 
torious life that she believed the child of God out to 
live. On the contrary, she ran away that night and 
revelled in sin for six months longer. 

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ted 


sionaries glancing from the car window, saw her on the 
street. They rang the bell, got off, and overtook her 
and tried to persuade her to come back to the Home, 
but without success; however she came to the Home 
one evening much under the influence of drink, and we 
did our best to keep her, but she left about midnight. 
On this visit she gave us $10.00, saying she wanted to 
help along with the work, so we laid it away thinking 
that when she got sober, she could return it to its own- 
er; but Orpha left, and this money was on our hands. 
We put it in a box and marked it “stolen money.” It 
lay in the drawer for several months, and we finally put 
it into the “Poor Fund.” } 
Orpha went on in a perfectly reckless way, suffering 
many things. Often in the House of Detention, before 
the Police Judge (she was arrested eight times 
in one month), and in the Work House until the 
devil finally overreached himself, she rebelled against 
such a master and withdrew from his service forever. 
It was in March, after an absence of six months that 
she returned to the Home and to God. I do not remem- 
ber the particulars of her return, save that she had a 
bruised face, and was sadly bruised in spirit also. 
When Thursday evening came, she first thought she 
would not go to the prayer-meeting on account of her 
black eye, and then the thought came that this might 
be her last opportunity and she had better lay aside her 
pride and go. She went and came back under such 
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down in the cellar to arrange the furnace for the night 
and was afraid she should never get back alive. She 
came to my room and said, “Mother, I must get saved 
tonight, or I shall die, I cannot stand it any longer.” 
We knelt down and she began praying, and it did seem 
at times that she might die under the awful agony and 
burden of sin; but it was not long, bless the Lord! 
until the burden rolled away, and the whole catalogue 
of sins were blotted out to be remembered against her 
no more forever; the glory of God came into her soul; 
she was a new creature in Christ Jesus. Hallelujah! 
She expected salvation to transform her heart and life, 
and it did.. Bless the Lord! She had been groping in 
darkness so long that when the light broke in on her 
soul, she knew that she had passed from death unto 
life. 

We only refer to the sin side that the power of God 
may be magnified in the salvation of souls. “Though 
your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” 

Orpha was in such a nervous condition thai we knew 
nothing but the power of God could quiet her and we 
looked to Him for help. She had a high ideal of a 
Christian life, although she knew nothing about sancti- 
fication. She thought to be a Christian one must live 
above sin, and be perfectly straight and conscientious 
in every detail of life, and many times even during the 
first wecksof her Christianlife, shewould be grieved to 
see girls who professed to be saved, do and say things 
that were wrong, and would ask them how they could do 


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those things and be saved. She spent much of the time 
in the little prayer room at the top of the house with 
her Bible; she wanted to learn what wages her new 
Master promised to give for faithful service; when she 
found that she was really the child of a King, she began 
at once to appropriate the promises. She reminded me 
of a child gathering field strawberries, who, upon find- 
ing a big red cluster, would cry out with delight. I 
remember she came in one day saying, “O, Mother, I 
am going to be healed; I am not going to be nervous 
any more, just listen.” She had found a rich cluster of 
promises. In a short time she went with one of the 
missionaries back to the old haunts of sin to tell them 
what Jesus had done for her. She talked to them in the 
saloons until the people wept with her under the power 
of God; she did not have much time for social visiting; 
she spent her time alone with God. When Camp Meet- 
ing of 1903 closed she was invited to spend some time 
with some saints at Fair Haven, Ohio. When she arrived 
a revival service was in progress and the Lord used her 
in a blessed way there. One woman came a long dis- 
tance to get instructions as to how to teach purity. Or- 
pha told her the only way was to get a pure heart and 
then she could teach it. On her return she went over 
to Belfast, Ohio, to Camp Meeting and the Lord blessed © 
_ her there in the work and we began to realize that the 
Lord had called Orpha for His own work. 

She was taken with typhoid fever about midsummer, 
she did not want a physician; she said she was in the 


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Lord’s hands and if it was His will to heal her, He 
would raise her up. All through her illness she never 
lost her bearings; she could always locate herself on 
the Lord’s side; she would so exhaust herself in prayer 
that we had to pray for her and not with her. We had 
hoped she would be able to go to the Bible School when 
it opened in September, but she was not strong enough, 
so she made a visit to her brother. The Lord blessed her 
life and testimony there. When her brother resented 
what he thought was disrespect to her she consoled 
him by saying: “They do not understand; when I have 
had time to prove to them that my heart and life are 
changed it will be all right.” She came back for the 
Christmas Convention and entered the Bible School; 
was gloriously sanctified and the Lord opened up the 
Scriptures to her. She grew rapidly in the grace and 
knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and 
He used her some in the city mission work. 

One morning during the Camp of 1904 the Lord 
poured out His Spirit upon her and she took the plat- 
form and preached for an hour or more with great 
power and the altar was crowded with seekers. The 
Lord blessed her wonderfully as an altar worker; she 
really travailed for souls until they were born into the 
kingdom of God. After the Camp Meeting closed she 
became one of the workers in the Home. 

Sister Payne, our missionary, went home for a little 
rest. She had been in the Lord’s work for three years 
without a sreak, and was much exhausted and needed 


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quiet. Orpha took the city work in connection with the 
Home, and was also a great help in the Home. This 
work brought her in contact with policemen who used 
to arrest her; she always went well supplied with 
tracts and Revivalists, which she never failed to give 
out. Our workers go to the House of Detention on 
Sunday, then to Police Court the next morning and 
ask for any whom they hope to help. Orpha often went 
to Police Court, not as a prisoner any more, praise the ~ 
Lord! but as one for whom the prison doors had been 
opened. She now pleaded with the Judge who used to 
sentence her, for some of the poor girls whom she 
hoped to rescue from sin. 

I must say to the honor of the Court that they 
respected Orpha as much as any missionary that 
visited their court room. The matrons in the House of 
Detention who had so often locked her up, welcomed 
her with smiles. I remember one time she had 
oecasion to go into the matron’s departments with 
a policeman on some business, and the matron was 
so shocked that she turned pale, thinking that Orpha 
had backslidden and was in the hands of the police- 
man, although she did not look like Orpha used to 
when she was brought in; there were no marks of 
dissipation, on the contrary her face was bright and 
cheerful; she was well dressed and looked every whit 
a lady. All praise and glory to Him! She almost 
aiways met some ene in the prison whom she had 
known in sin, and some with whom she had been fer- 


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merly locked up in that same cell. The desire of the 
prisoners generally is that you plead with the Judge 
that he let them go; but her desire was that she might 
plead with the Judge of all the earth that He, for 
Jesus’ sake would pardon them and set the sin bound 
prisoner free. 

Sister West, one of the teachers in the Bible School, 
also helped us in the Home during vacation, doing 
whatever her hand found to do; the Lord bless her! 
When school opened she had to return to her work, 
but by this time Sister Payne was at her post again 
so Orpha was free for the slum work, which had laid 
so heavily on her heart. She knew almost every den 
of vice in this city and was given access to them. She 
went day after day and night after night laden with 
tracts and Revivalists, into dance halls, theatres, 
wine rooms, saloons, beer gardens, barrel houses, 
river front, and everywhere she could get an entrance, 
until she had literally sown the places down with full 
gospel literature, her prayers ascending as mist to 
return in showers of blessing to mature the harvest. 

The first fruits have been gathered already. Praise 
the Lord! Fannie Clifford, who was her landlady 
for the first five years of her life in sin, is in the 
Home now. Other landladies have sent for her to 
come and talk with them. On her way to the slums 
one night as she passed a mission, she thought she 
would go in and testify. When the opportunity came 
she got up to testify and the Lord poured out His 


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Spirit on her as she walked back and forth and ex- 
horted and praised the Lord, saying, “People said 
there was no redemption for Georgia Cline, but praise 
the Lord He has redeemed me from sin, and washed 
me in His own blood. Hallelujah!’ The mission had a 
glass front and the passers by would stop and look in 
and listen. As soon as Orpha was done talking a 
nice looking woman came in and went up and spoke 
to her. It was a girl she had once known in sin, whe 
had since married a saloon-keeper. She had been~ 
watching Orpha but could not just place her until 
she had called the name she had taken while in sin. 
She told Orpha she wanted her to come out to her 
home and see her husband; he was so troubled; some — 
woman had been going into his saloon from time to 
time, leaving tracts and papers and talking to him 
until he was not the same any more. He had come 
home a few nights before and asked her to pray for 
him, but she didn’t know how to pray; he said, “Well, 
let us get down together and try to pray any way,” 
and they did. Orpha knew what woman it was who 
had troubled him and driven him to his knees. 

When she went to work in the slums, she asked the 
Lord to give her some money, especially for restitution, 
Ex. 22. and Lev. 6:1-7, for when in sin and drinking 
she often went to a restaurant and took dinner and 
left without paying. She would leave the saloons too, 
without settling for what she had ordered, and if there 
was any loose money around would pocket it, and 


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when she sobered up, she could not remember where 
she had gotten it. 

Sometimes when she went into these places to tell the 
story of Jesus, they would say, “Well if the Lord has 
done for you what you say He has, you ought to pay 
your debts,” and she would reply, “Of course, I ought, 
do I owe you anything?” So she paid off old scores 
from a few cents up to several dollars and neyer had to 
pass a single saloon where an old debt hindered her 
from getting the gospel message to them. 

She went into one place where she had stolen money 
and was witnessing for Jesus and begging the girl to 
come away. The saloon-keeper thought he would try 
her, so he left some money where she could scarcely 
avoid seeing it and went out. When he returned his 
money was untouched, she had not even seen it, she was 
not looking for money but for diamonds in the rough. 
She would never have known of the circumstance had 
they not told her afterward. 

She found another saloon keeper who used to sell her 
drink, dying of consumption, without any of the com- 
forts of life. She got fresh bed linen and a warm com- 
fort and put up a stove and got him something to eat, 
and then she talked to him about his soul. She went to 
see him several times and prayed with him and tried to ~ 
lead him to Jesus, but he soon passed away and eter- 
nity alone will tell the result. 

“Sow thy seed in the morning, and in the evening 
withhold not thy hand, for thou knowest not whether 


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will prosper, this or that, or whether both will be alike 
good.” 

She kept going into the saloons and warning the 
girls, for almost every saloon in Cincinnati had a sport- 
ing house attached, with a sitting room on the first 
floor. In one place she warned them that something 
would happen if they did not repent; in a short time 
the saloon-keeper was shot down dead in his tracks as 
he stood behind the bar. 

She warned them in another saloon and said she felt 
like she was delivering her last message; and it was; 
she knew the man behind the bar well; she told the girls 
she knew just how miserable they were for she had 


roomed over that same saloon for two years and she 


begged them to come out. In a short time a mur- 
der occurred in the sitting room of that saloon, 
which led to the closing of all houses of prostitution 
in the city, kept in connection with saloons. In conse- 
quence there were for a time from forty to sixty girls 
per week in the House of Detention. We talked to 
some of them, who said in tears, “Oh, Orpha warned us 
to come out, and begged us to do so, but we would not.” 
Some of these were girls who had never been arrested 
before and thought they never would get so low as that. 
Others had just gone out for the evening and their 
parents had no thought that they were in places of sin; 
they were weeping bitterly, and saying, “Oh, it will kill 
my parents. I am ruined and they are disgraced for- 
ever.” In less than a month after this reform move- 


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ment there were two Sundays in succession when there 
was not a woman in the House of Detention, and the 
two succeeding Sundays there was only one. We verily 
believe that it was in answer to prevailing prayer, and 
to God we give all the glory. 

Orpha had told us that her work was done for the 
present in Cincinnati and she believed the Lord would 
send her to Chicago, but she had no idea how He would 
do it. His way was to lay it on the heart of a brother 
and sister in the Bible School to support her to work 
in the Chicago slums. We did not want her to go at 
first; we thought the Lord could use her more here 
among those she had known; but before she went away 
we felt that it was the Lord’s will and bade her God- 
speed. 

This brother and sister brought her over a hundred 
Collars’ worth of tracts and literature and sent it 
by freight for her to use in the Chicago slums; the 
brother says that he used to go squirrel hunting, and 
never could bring down any game without a good sup- 
ply of ammunition. The time came for her going awiy 
and she was up at 4 o’clock in order to get through 
her work, for she had to make two or three trips to the 
city; when night came she was very tired and I thought 
she would have to retire early, to get a good night’s 
rest and be ready for traveling early in the morning; 
but the girls kept going into her room and she prayed 
with them until nearly twelve o’clock. Early the next 
morning she was off for Chicago, and that is how Orpha 
left Hope Cottage. 


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The Lord gave to her and the girl who is her fellow- 
worker a room in the beautiful home of a sanctified 
sister and they went to work, first in the saloons, and 
she told them her experience; the saloon keeper told 
her if that story was true just to go and tell it all along 
the line, and others would follow in her footsteps and 
she took his advice and went into a hundred saloons 
before she stopped. She met a man who used to be 
Fanny Clifford’s piano player; she toid him what the 
Lord had done for her and that Fanny was saved and 
the great tears rolled down his cheeks. One man whom 
they met in the slums walked out seven miles to the 
Home, gave up his whiskey, tobacco, and everything 
else that he had to give up, and got blessedly saved. 

The Texas boys went to Chicago at this time to assist 
Brother Hodgin in a revival and Orpha temporarily 
stopped her slum work to help in the meeting. The 
sister with whom she found a home had a worldly 
daughter and she got gloriously saved. 

The Lord has called Orpha to Africa when her work 
in this country is done. 

I add this letter in which you have in her own words 
an account of some of the victories God is giving in 
His work. 

Chicago, Il., March 10, 1905. 
Dear Mother Duff and family: 
Greetings to all in Jesus’ name. 

The Lord is with us and giving wonderful victory. 
Praise His name forever! We are having beautiful 


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bright days in which to work for the Master and He 
is opening doors in a wonderful way. He made it clear 
to me the first of the week to search the sporting dis- 
tricts for girls, so we started out Monday without a 
fear, knowing He was going before us. 

We have been going in the districts where the “first 
class” houses are, all this week; we find the doors 
standing wide open and hundreds of girls leaning out of 
the windows trying to get a little fresh air and sun- 
shine. These real spring days make them hungry to 
get out of their cages. We have given out papers and 
sermons in almost every house, leaving a Rescue Home 
eard in each place. We walk right into the parlors 
before they realize what is coming, and God gives us 
a message that interests them, and there the landlady 
stands ; it seems that God just closes her mouth till she 
is speechless. He has truly verified His promise to 
me, “I have set before thee an open door and no man 
ean shut it.’ To Him be all the glory. After all we 
know that we amount to nothing, it is the Spirit that 
deals with their souls. We feel the need of every one’s 
prayers in this work; I am so glad it is all His work 
and we can trust it all to Him, knowing that He will 
get glory to Himself out of it. We may not be able to 
see so much with these our natural eyes, but by faith 
we see a great work being accomplished. We have 
prayed in many of these places where the girls all wept 
and afterward thanked us for even thinking of them. 

I preached for ten minutes in a barrel house to over 


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four hundred men. They laid aside their cards and set 
their beer glasses down and crowded around trying 
to catch every word. I had permission from no one 
but the Spirit; the proprietor came from behind the bar 
and stood with his back against the door, and no one 
could come in or out; it seemed that he did not want 
the meeting disturbed. Hallelujah! Oh, it pays to 
mind the Holy Ghost! He will make a way where there 
is nO way. 

The people are beginning to know us, and many are 
glad to see us. We have won the confidence of some 
by refusing to accept money. They cannot understand 
that part of it. Many saloon-keepers ask us to come 
again, saying we bring sunshine with us; and they 
feel better for having seen us. 

Some have lost all hope fer themselves; I tell them 
I got to that place, and after hearing some of my ex- 
perience, they feel encouraged, saying they believe more 
than ever that there is something in salvation. Pray 
that God will give me boldness to tell it just for His 
glory and to help others and give them courage. There 
is no chance of my settling down and getting nice; God 
makes me tell it wherever I go. Some would say, “Never 
tell your past,” but God makes me tell what He has 
Saved me from, and I will obey God if everybody else 
gets ashamed of me. I never realized in my life what it 
means to follow Jesus as I do these days. It is truly 
“the lone way.” It sometimes brings a sense of lone- 
liness that makes one weep, still it is blessed. 


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I would not go any other way for all the world; it is 
the only way that satisfies. I feel today that I am 
truly a “pilgrim and a stranger, having no continuing 
city here, but seeking one to come.” 

Rest assured that you have my prayers. I know you 
must have your hands full; the Lord bless and keep you 
in perfect health. It will not be long until we come 
again, bringing our sheaves with us. The Lord bless 
and keep you. Hope Cottage is very dear to me. I 
pray for you daily. Orpha. 

While the Lord was putting it on Brother Standley’s 
heart to open up the city campaign before Camp-meet- 
ing, He was talking to Orpha in Chicago, and she felt 
that she must come to Cincinnati before Camp-meeting 
opened, though she didn’t know why; but the Lord did 
not want Orpha to miss as good a thing as the city 
campaign. She had walked the streets many a night 
for the devil, and after she was saved she went alone 
when there wus no one to go with her and trudged the 
streets from saloon to saloon and preached Jesus; and 
now that the Bible School was going to turn out in 
full force, He wanted Orpha to enjoy it, and she was 
just in her element. I think she would rather preach 
on the street than to walk the golden streets of the 
New Jerusalem for the same length of time, and the 
more she marched and the more she preached and the 
more she prayed, the more she wanted to preach and 
pray and shout. She has not stopped yet, and there is 
no sign that she is going to stop. She would almost 


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frighten us more timid ones with her reckless daring, 
and she would say, “Well, I was bold for the devil, 
and now the Lord has shown me that I must be bold’ 
for Him.” 

One evening while waiting on a prominent corner 
for our street car, the throng was surging past, and 
Orpha was just as busy passing tracts, when a police 
man touched her on the shoulder and told her that she 
must not pass hand bills on the street, and she replied, 
“This is the Gospel that I am handing out, the Gospel 
that saved me,” and continued just as busy as she could 
be while talking. He watched her awhile and going up 
to her again he said, “Now, I don’t want to arrest you, 
but I am going to, if you don’t stop that.” “Well,” 
she said, “you have arrested me many a time, but you 
never arrested me for anything like this; but the next 
time you do, it will be for doing something of this 
kind.” She said, “Do you remember Georgia Cline?” 
and he looked at her in astonishment and answered, 
“Yes, I remember the last time I arrested her; she 
said it would be the last time, that she was going to 
reform.” “Yes, I said that a great many times,” said 
she, “but I didn’t do it; but God transformed me, and 
* that reformed me, and that is why I am doing this,” 
and away she went at her work, while he said, “Well, 
just go on,” and our scare was over, as we had had 
directions that if anybody was arrested, we should step 
into their tracks and go on with the work whatever it 
Was, and pay no attention to the missing one, and we 


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were just afraid that we should be scared if a police- 
man were to tap us on the shoulder. 

When we got near the neighborhood of the corner 
for which we had a permit, we would stop along and 
sing, and Orpha would talk awhile, and then invite the 
people to come and go with us down to the corner 
where the meeting was to be held; but in the mean- 
time such a large crowd would gather that she could 
not move them, and then she would go to preaching, 
no matter where it was, and we would be anxious and 
say, “Orpha, this is not the corner, and the policemen 
are coming,” but none of these things moved her, 
neither counted she her life dear unto herself, that she 
might preach the Gospel that had saved her and which 
is “the power of God utno salvation to every one that 
believeth,” and her motto is, “How can they believe 
except they hear, and how can they lear without a 
preacher,” and one that will take the Gospel to them 
on the street? 

On one particular evening, I think she preached 
about half a dozen sermons from as many texts and 
made an altar call at the close of every sermon. She 
would preach and exhort and invite, and if no one 
came, as the Bible School boys say, she would “pour 
it on” again, and if she could not get them that way, 
she would put some one else in charge and slip out 
and go into the saloons and on the outskirts of the 
crowd and do personal work; and if she could not 
get folks through to God in the crowd, she would take 


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them up to the Mission and there help them to pray 
through. 

They soon saw it was useless to get a permit for any 
certain corner for Orpha, for they were just as apt to 
find her in one place as another. She seemed to forget 
all about her corner. I think she must have scorned 
the corner offer and claimed every foot of land on 
which the soles of her feet trod. She seemed to be at 
home everywhere. Marking out a boundary line for 
Orpha would be as futile as proscribing a fire fly. 
About the time you think you have it, light will shine - 
forth in the most unexpected place. . 

We were once holding a street meeting in front of 
our Rescue Mission on George street. A poor, sinful 
girl was listening from a window at the top of a 
neighboring building. She not only listened, but wept, 
and Orpha made an effort to reach her, but the saloon- 
keeper had locked the door leading to the stairway 
and she could go no further. She continued to talk to 
her from the outside, throwing her the life-line from 
the street as best she could. The girl seemed to appre- 
ciate it and expressed her gratitude by throwing a two 
dollar bill to them from the window. May God find an 
entrance to this hungry heart. Locked doors are no 
barrier to His Spirit. Praise His name! 

One evening we went up to the Mission after the 
street meeting. Some of the girls from the Bible 
School had charge of the meeting that night, and there 
was a drunken man at the altar, so drunk that he 


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didn’t know what he was doing. He had torn his 
handkerchief into shreds, had torn off his collar and 
tie, and was just scattering things when Orpha came 
in. I have heard of handling people with gloves off, 
but Orpha unconsciously began to roll up her sleeves 
and went at it. She recognized him and knew some- 
thing of his crooked life and told him a few things and 
prayed. The Lord sobered him up in just a few min- 
utes, and as soon as he got to the place where he said 
he would give up his sins, she told him to pray, and he 
went at it, and was soon saved. I have heard of the 
Lord sobering up people suddenly in answer to prayer, 
but had never seen it done before. We have a won- 
derful God. Praise His holy name! 

A few evenings ago, she was preaching on the street 
when a messenger came for her to go to a saloon. She 
said, “What do they want with me?” The answer was, 
“The saloon-keeper is sick and wants you to pray with 
him.” Orpha used to drink in his saloon, and he 
drugged her drinks, kept the police force continually 
on her track and always did everything he could against 
her. Someone who knew all this said, “After the way 
he always treated you, I don’t see how you can go to 
his saloon and pray for him or care anything about his 
soul.” However she welcomed the opportunity of doing | 
good to a persecutor and went, and about the first thing 
he said was, “Georgia, I didn’t treat you right, and I 
want you to forgive me.” “Oh,” she said, “that is all 
right; I am glad the devil made it hard for me. I got 


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tired of his service. He overreached himself in my 
case. What can I do for you?” “Well,” he said, “I 
want you to pray for me.” She answered, “I will be 
glad to do it. Can I pray here and now?” “No, I 
want you to go down to the Mission to pray.” Then 
she asked if he were going with her, when he replied, 
“No, I can’t go. I went down there one evening and 
heard you talk; but just look at my feet all swollen 
until I cannot walk,” and he was coughing so that he 
- eould scarcely talk. She said, “You are going to die.” 
“T know it,” he said. (He had whiskey consumption.) 
She said to him, “You know I came back two years 
ago and warned you faithfully, and have warned you 
since, and I knew the Lord wasn’t going to let you 
go on much longer, and now your time is short; but if 
your would truly repent, the Lord would save you. 
He saved me. You know it was the Lord that changed 
my heart and life.” “Yes,” he said, “I know it,” and 
he asked her to come back. The next time she went he 
was glad to have her kneel right down in his saloon © 
and pray for him. 

Last night at the Mission a stranger came up to the 
front to speak to those in charge of the meeting and 
inquired for Orpha. They told him that she was 
there, and looked her up. She recognized a saloon- ~ 
keeper whom she used to know in sin and whom she 
had faithfully warned and exhorted after she was 
saved. He had gone out of the saloon business, but 
was still working for the devil along other lines. He 


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said, “Georgia, I have come to tell you that I am tired 
of sin, and I settled it yesterday that I would give it 
all up, and I went to tell M that I was going to 
give up a sinful life and beg her to give it up too and 
_ to go to the Rescue Home, but when I reached the 
place the house was raided and they were all locked up, 
(and Orpha said, “I guess the Lord is getting her 
ready; that is the way He got me ready”) and I want 
you to go to the police court and see Judge Lueders 
if he will not pardon her and let you have her. If he 
will, make it plain to her that I am done with sin. I 
just turn her over to you. (““Yes,” said Orpha, “and 
I will turn her over to the Lord.”) Iam going to the 
hospital to get straightened up in my body.” Then 
she told him how he would have to get straightened up 
in his soul, and he said he meant to do it. 

Orpha brought this girl to the Home, but she yielded 
to temptation, slipped off and went down to the city 


one evening and hunted up this man. She had to go 
to the Mission to find him, and he said to her, “M : 
I am done with the old life; I mean to get right with 
God. Go back to the Home if they will take you in 
again.” And she did come straight back. Thank God 
the revival spirit is abroad in this city. The sporting 


house madams are sending for Orpha to come and 
see them. 

Oh, the Lord is working on the hearts of the people, 
and where they are not yielding, His judgments are 
falling. 


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“He that being often reproved, hardeneth ‘his neek, 
shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.” 

It has been said that the book of the Acts of the 
Apostles has never been finished, but that the recording 
angel is still working on it, so if the remainder of 
Orpha’s life is not written down here, I feel sure that 
it will be written in the book of remembrance. “And 
they that feared the Lord spake often one to another; 
and the Lord hearkened and heard it, and a book of 
remembrance was written before Him for them that 
feared the Lord, and that thought upon His name.” 
Malachi 8: 16. 


CONCLUSION. 


A rescue mission and a rescue home are both neces- 
sities in rescuing the perishing, and how we thank God 
that He has supplied us with both! Now, when poor 
girls come to us from the streets, missions, hospitals, 
police court, prison, or work house, we can receive 
them with open doors as well as with open hearts. 
Praise the Lord! I might have added, “or when they 
come to us from respectable homes,” for they often 
do so. All the sin, sorrow and heartaches are not con- 
fined to the slums by any means. 

In closing, we extend a loving invitation to all who 
are really tired of sin and want to lead a new life to 
eome and prove the power of the redeeming Blood. 
“And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him 
that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst 
come; and whosoever will let him take the water of 
life freely.” 


“Through all the depths of sin and loss 
Drops the plummet of Thy cross! 
Never yet abyss was found 
Deeper than that cross could sound.” 


“So we go through the streets and the by-ways, 
Preach the Word to the many or few, 
As we say to each weary outcast, 
There’s redemption thro’ the Blood for you.” 
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